Go for it nevertheless

Bending you penis straight down to pee directly in front of your feet would not only be uncomfortable, but also make you look uptight and awkward. Not wanting to overstep any unknown boundaries or etiquette by pissing on someone on the other hand, peeing free-handed can't be your choice either. So, you decide to compromise:

You lower your right arm down, holding onto the lower left strap of your backpack as if you were resting your arm. Now your underarm stabilizes your penis from the top, but it doesn't look like your aiming it somewhere intentionally. By taking a few deep, slow breaths you try to calm yourself down. Then, exhaling in relieve, you let go of your bladder, releasing a thick stream of piss from the tiny hole on the tip of your cock.

It hits the plastic floor of the bus nearly two meters in front of you, flying right through a gap forming between the legs of the other passengers standing around you. The spurt drums on the floor loudly, making sure everybody on the bus notices what you are doing. You start at the loud pattering of your piss stream cutting the morning silence in the bus. Much to your dismay, your sudden movement makes your jet of pee twitch right onto the leg of a mature blonde, dressed like a business woman - let aside the fact that she wasn't wearing anything between her black pumps and her grey blouse.

Much to your relief neither she, nor the other people around her hit by the splashes reflected from the floor even seem to notice it. As none of them reacts for a couple of seconds you get bolder. Turning to your left slowly, you let your spurt of fresh and warm morning-pee wash over various pairs of legs and feet, even hitting the bare ass of a smaller girl standing turned away from you. You enjoy the sight of all the wet skin as a result of your handiwork.

Having already let out a noticeable amount of piss you see trickles starting from the various spots your piss did hit the floor or ran down a leg. Flowing around the feet of the people, they change direction every time the bus brakes or changes direction. Not long and a huge puddle has formed in the middle area of the bus, where you now notice a small drain that will keep the bus from flooding. After what must have been nearly a minute your stream dies down, the last drops hitting your own feet. Not that it mattered, as they are already engulfed by various trickles of piss. Remembering the girl on the bus stop you stop yourself form shaking of the last drops, thinking it'd be considered indecent.

Feeling much better now you enjoy the further ride.