The pee before the meal

Upside Street and Down Avenue was the spot. Looking up from his phone, Vincent confirmed his sense of navigation, pocketed it and walked on.

He was a tall young man wearing athletic clothes, and with a young woman at his side, casually walked down the sidewalk. They looked fresh out of the gym. A basketball spun on the former's fingertip.

"The place should be here," he pointed to their right with his un-occupied hand. A building peeked from behind another one. The sign read 'Jodie's Diner' in big, welcoming blue font.

"Oh, good." His walking partner huffed, putting her own cellphone away into a purse that was slung over her shoulder. With a fitting athletic top and tights that stopped just above her shins, she didn't exactly have pockets. In her hand was a water bottle, which she uncapped and drank out of. "I'm famished."

There was an installation of steps that led up from the sidewalk into the public lot, and they walked towards it.

Their car was down the street, by the gym. As per the usual, however, they enjoyed getting out in the open and moving their legs. Helped keep them shaped, active.

Suddenly, the girl stopped. Vincent looked down at the brunette, her hand clasped around the rail at the foot of the steps. He stopped his ascent in tandem.

"What's up, Moira?"

"Whoop," she held a hand over her stomach, then a tad lower. "Think I took a load out of that water." She shook her head, wrinkles over her forehead. "Nope, gotta go."

Without another word, she bent over slightly. She stuck two fingers underneath her tights, then wriggled them into the tight space of her undergarment underneath, and pulled them down. Just making it in time for a clear stream to depart her precious orifice and trickle onto the ground, lapping against the bottom of the rail. Letting out a soothing sigh, she squatted down, her arms folded over her knees in relief as she looked up, and laughed. Vincent was showing her the screen of his phone. A face was spread across its dimensions.

"Is that Brady?" she smiled, beckoning for the phone. Vincent passed it to her. Once she had it in her hand, he dribbled the basketball idly with his other hand as he leaned against the railing. A trail of cars came to a stop on the street behind them, the lights having flickered to red as she squatted in the street with her round butt released from her tights.

"Hey Brady," waved Moira, then plopped the hand back across her sky-facing knees. "You got a table for us?"

"Yep," the man on the phone nodded, then moved the camera to reveal an assortment of other people gathered around a mostly plate-less furnishing. They all waved.

"Hi Moira!" they chipped. One or two of them currently munched on an appetizer or two in wait. Moira waved back sunnily, as Brady brought himself back into the focus of the camera.

"So you guys here yet?" he asked as he took a crack at a piece of popcorn shrimp from the middle of the table.

"Yeah," Moira confirmed, "just took a bunch of swigs out of my water bottle, so had to go." Shifting her head sideways, she moved the phone and its camera over to give them a view of her buttocks, along with the stream of pee coming out of it. It had already begun to darken her little portion of the sidewalk to a visible degree. With a finger, she pointed at it like a pie chart without touching it, with the help of perspective. "As you can see."

Laughter drizzled through the phone speakers as Moira returned the device to the front of her face. One of the younger ones present cried, "Yuck, she showed us her pee!" only for an older voice to scold them for being immature, in addition to embarrassing themselves for blurting something like that out in public. This kept them quiet, followed by a quick apology.

"Alright then, Moira, we'll see you and Vincent in a bit then."

"Yep!" Moira nodded. Vincent stepped forward and took the phone at this point, while Moira let the last droplets of fluid waste trickle out of her hole, then pulled her bottoms back over her privates.

"Alright Brady, see you," he said, basketball at his hip.

"Alright Vincent."

Putting the phone away, Vincent waited for Moira to catch up then began up the steps as the two proceeded towards the restaurant. It was by coincidence, then, when Vincent felt a familiar feeling hit him as well while they walked. Moving down streets and up stairs all day could do that to you, after all.

They had just made it to the entrance when he pulled open the door. Then, feeling the need compel him, with his other hand, he fished out his penis and let it hang out of his shorts in the open. Not a second later, he breathed out in admission, and stood by as his own warm fluids poured out and trickled onto the ground. Moira politely stepped back, arms casually to her side, as an older couple walked out of the restaurant and looked up at Vincent.

"Thank you for holding the door, young man," smiled the lady, who despite her age still looked as nice as a prime flower. Her heeled foot barely missed the trajectory of his stream, the pitter and patter causing a miniature shower to graze the edge of her shoe.

"No problem," Vincent nodded, and the couple gave a courteous nod before leaving for their mode of transportation. Finally, the tall man shook his penis dry and drew it back into his pants. "Alright babe," he said after a brief penal wiggle, "let's go." With his smiling girlfriend at his side, he wrapped his hand around her shoulder as she closed into him and they entered the restaurant to a buzz of greetings. A table of familiar faces was waiting for them.