Female colleague urinates on bus

Let me first introduce the protagonist of this story, a female colleague of mine. She's in her early thirties, unmarried, about 170cm tall, with a C-cup. While not stunningly beautiful, she's definitely near goddess-level overall.

Rumor has it she's had sexual relationships with several of our colleagues. She's quite open-minded, often wearing low-cut tops and not wearing her bras too tightly. I had the chance to see her large breasts before, though her areolas and nipples were rather large and dark.

Anyway, back to the main topic. This was a company-organized outing. The trip wasn't very long, so we took a bus. When I boarded, I chose a seat towards the back, hoping to sleep quietly without being disturbed. Since there weren't many people, there were plenty of seats, so the back rows were empty. This female colleague, probably thinking the same thing, also found a seat in the back. During the journey, since everyone was relatively free and it was early, everyone gradually started to rest on the bus. I also fell asleep. However, not long after, I was woken up by the noise from my female colleague's side. I overheard the female colleague call another female colleague to sit next to her, and I glanced over. I saw them holding a bag and starting to fill it with tissues. I assumed she was carsick and was about to throw up on the bag. What struck me as odd was that the female colleague accompanying her, seeing I was awake, told me to go back to sleep, then used her clothes to prop up the seat behind her and pulled up the curtains. Curiosity compelled me to keep watching, but the female colleague, seeing me still watching, again urged me to go back to sleep. I pretended to doze off, glancing at them intermittently. They didn't seem to care whether I was watching or not. Then I saw something that sent my adrenaline soaring: the female colleague put the bag under the seat and prepared to pull down her pants. My heart pounded; I thought, "Are they going to pee on the train?" But a short while later, they picked up the bag and did nothing. I wondered if they knew I was watching and that's why they stopped. Just then they picked up the bag, and I felt disappointed, thinking there was going to be a good show, but it ended before I saw anything. Who knew they would actually walk towards me with the bag, and when they got to me and saw that I wasn't asleep yet, they told me to go to sleep again, and then they went behind my seat. At that moment, I thought I had a chance. Maybe their seat was too small for them to squat in, so they moved to the seat behind me. I deliberately turned my head to look out the window, pretending to sleep, but actually hoping to see their every move. Because they were using their clothes to cover the outside of their seats, the reflection in the window allowed me to see what was happening inside. Just then, I saw them put the bag on the floor. Since the floor in the back seats was higher, I could see it clearly from my angle. Perhaps because she was in a hurry, she half-sat down and quickly pulled her pants down to her knees. At that moment, I was thrilled. A white, bare bottom appeared in the reflection of the glass window, making my blood boil. She then sat with one side of her bottom on the seat, letting her poop out of the seat, and then put the bag under the poop. At that moment, a clear stream of urine gushed out from under her bottom. Because of the angle, I couldn't see the poop, only the urine spraying down. Honestly, at that moment, I really had the urge to turn around and go back immediately. See, but in the end, reason prevailed over evil. I quietly faced the glass, listening to the sound of urine washing over the bag. Time flew by, and soon the alluring stream of urine stopped. The beautiful scene was about to disappear, and I felt it wasn't enough. I thought she would do what others did, finish urinating, and shake it off. Perhaps then I would have another chance to see her beautiful private parts. But no, she half-squatted up and touched my head. At that moment, I thought, "Oh no, does she know I'm peeping at her?" I thought, "That's it, I'm done for." I turned my head away, and I was so scared I almost got a nosebleed. Urine had splashed onto her sparse pubic hair, and her pink labia were still spread open. This scene made my blood boil. I had seen this scene. She calmly asked me if I had any tissues. On the contrary, another colleague nervously immediately blocked my view with her clothes so I could not continue to look. Then I turned back and got her some tissues. After wiping her bottom, she pulled up her pants and sat down next to me. Because she had urinated too much, it had overflowed. She wiped it, put the bag there, and then went back to her seat. And that was the end of the scene.

But the story isn't over yet. Because of her beginning, I intermittently peeked at several colleagues urinating during this trip—a young woman who had just given birth, and a young woman who had recently graduated. I'll share these stories and what happened later when I have time.

[The End]

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