The Island with No Toilet

The last thing I remember was partying on a booze cruise my friends and I signed up for in celebration of graduating college. Then there was a large fire and we had to abandon ship. Bad luck would have it that I went overboard, with a life jacket fortunately, opposite of where the life boats were. Opening up my eyes I instantly shaded them from the sun as I felt cool waves washing over my lower body. Groggily I got up, feeling the wet mass of the life jacket wrapped around my chest in a stifling sweatiness. I was still in booze cruise mode, wearing tropical themed board swim shorts and I was happy to see that my sandals were still strapped to my feet. Checking my pockets I was dismayed to remember my phone was left on a bar table back on the boat, not that it'd survive the salt water. Slowly sitting up I removed the life vest and was happy to feel the drying effects of the sun on my bare chest. I was alive and my kind instantly went to my friends, hoping they made it to the lifeboats without me.

As I gained my composure I took in my surroundings. I was sitting on a sandy beach with crystal clear blue water at it's edge. When I would eventually stand up I would find I could see the reef below the water teeming with life. Behind me was a palm tree forest and I was glad to see several husked coconuts below them. A low, probably volcanic, mountain towered over the trees in the background.

When I felt recovered, I slowly stood up and started to scan the beach, hopeful for more survivors. To my surprise I noticed a shape farther down the beach with some debris washed up around it and I slowly headed that way. As I got closer, I recognized it as the form of a girl from one of the other groups on the cruise. I made my way to her and prayed that she wasn't dead. To my surprise I remembered her. The young woman had been giving me glances all night and if I had a few more drinks, I would have had the courage to talk to her.

The brunette lay face up with her bottom half in the surf and I was relieved to see her chest rising and lowering albeit rapidly. Once I got closer, I grabbed her by the life jacket and pulled her out of the water. Gazing down at her I saw her cleavage pressed up against the life jacket, heaving rapidly as she breathed. Fearing she might be having difficulties I unbuckled the vest and her large breasts, covered by the white triangles with a red border of her string bikini top flopped free falling apart and her breathing normalized. I could see the hard button protrusions of her nipples through the fabric, she must be cold. Looking her body up and down I found a matching string bikini bottom, the white material nestled between her legs. I could make out the faint outline of her protruding labia as the wet material clung to her sex.

Shaking off any dirty thoughts, I started to gather some dry driftwood and made a pile to start a fire. Luckily my life vest had a knife with a fire steel, as well as a compass and whistle, strapped to it and I was thankful for all the bushcrafting YouTube channels I watched. It took some effort but I soon had a fire going besides her. My eyes wandered to my fellow castaway and I couldn't help but admire the curves of her body, her flat stomach and the way her wet hair fell on her shoulders. I noticed a slight bulge in her lower abdomen, above her suit waistline. She was stunning, I thought to myself.

It was then that I realized I had to urgently pee. I wondered when the last time I had a non-alcoholic drink was as I weighed my options. I didn't want to leave the girl and the fire unattended so I opted to pee into the sea. Checking to make sure the girl was still breathing and asleep I quickly waded out into the water. Turning my head sideways I made sure that she was still there as I pulled the front of my swim shorts down and freed my penis, letting it rest on the waistband. Instantly my pee spurted out of the tip of my cock and fell into the water in a dark yellow arc. I sighed in relief when I heard a sound.

"Wha- where am- Are you peeing?" A feminine voice said.

I glanced sideways and saw that the girl had sat up, her breasts now hanging heavily on her chest. I suddenly realized my viewpoint and realized that I had accidentally turned my body in my haste and she was getting a full sideways view of my cock peeing hands free, my dark stream shooting several feet in front of me. I blushed and immediately turned my back to her still pissing noisily into the ocean, a yellow cloud was faintly visible.

"Shit, I need to go now," the voice behind me said.

I heard some movement and then a soft thump.

"Damn my legs are wobbly," I heard, followed by the sound of frantic digging. A heavenly sigh rang out, followed by a faint hissing noise and the slight sound of bubbling.

She must have dug a hole was peeing in the sand right behind me! The thought of the woman squatting with her swimsuit bottoms around her head peeing into a hole filled my thoughts. Combined with the slight embarrassment of being seen peeing I was somewhat aroused as my toilet started to come to an end. My stream started to droop in large droplets that came ever closer to between my legs. I gave my cock a few shakes as I squirted out the last of my bladder and returned it to its place in the mesh liner of my swimsuit. I politely waited with my back to the girl, though I would have loved to see her peeing into the sand and I'd have to say peeing in front of someone was also a secret fantasy of mine. I'd never told it to anyone.

She must have peed for over a minute. When I stopped hearing any hissing, I waited ten seconds before slowly and deliberately around, making my way back to the girl. As I approached, I saw her filling in a hole between her outstretched legs.

"You're finally awake," I said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, as if she didn't just see me taking a piss into the ocean with a full view of my dong.

Making my way back I couldn't help but notice that there was sand clinging to the crotch of the girl's swimsuit bottom. How odd, I thought, she should be dry by now. Trying not to stare I returned my gaze to the young woman's face. She was blushing with embarrassment.

"I, er peed in the sand, I can't seem to get up, my legs are wobbly. Where are we? What happened? Last thing I remember is throwing on a life jacket while the cruise ship was on fire" She asked. "Next thing I know I wake up to you peeing in front of me," she added with a grin. "This is like a dream."

"It was an accident, I didn't mean to," I stammered.

"It's alright, everybody pees," she teased, "I nearly had an accident myself. Seems I was holding in all last night's drinks and nearly wet myself."

I then recounted my awakening on the island and memory of the previous night's events. At the realization that we were possibly marooned on the island she started sobbing. Not knowing what to do I embraced her and she held my arms. I could smell the salt water in her hair and the faint aroma of urine, probably wafting up from her hastily covered pee hole in the sand. After a few minutes she stopped and we separated, wiping away her tears.

"Well this is one way to avoid our student loans," she said finally.

"Could be worse, this might be the mainland and we'd have to start payments," I replied.

We both laughed and her tension eased a bit.

"My name is Abby," she said, putting out a hand.

I took it and replied, "I'm Danny," shaking her hand. "Do you think you can stand?"

With my help she was able to stand up and I noticed Abby was just a bit shorter than I was. I walked her over to the shade as the sun was now high in the sky and getting hot.

"I'm really thirsty," Abby said and I realized I was too.

"Let me see if I can crack open some of these coconuts."

With much trial and error, I was able to get a few dehusked and cracked open. We both drank a bunch in silence. When we finished, I smashed a few open and pulled out the tender flesh to eat.

"We can at least use these for some food and water. I'd like to look around a bit to get some bearings if you're up for it," I said.

Abby nodded and I helped her up. We walked up and down the beach noting some of the wreckage. One of the items was a first aid kit. Lucky. We reached our starting point in a few hours, confirming that we were on a island. There were a few sandy peninsulas here and there that would get covered in the high tide and we found a trickle of a fresh water spring as it emptied into the ocean. I was relieved to find fresh water and using some coconut halves we drank greedily. We spent most of the day by the beach hoping to see a rescue ship or well anything but to no avail.

Finding a suitable clearing by the spring we decided that this would be a good place to set up camp. While Abby set to making a fire ring I ventured forth to gather some materials to make a lean-to and bedding. By the time the sunset we had built a shoddy but sturdy shelter with palm leaves for bedding. I had intended to build a second one but we were running out of daylight and it was starting to cool down.

"It's okay, we can share this one, plus it's starting to get cold and we'd be warmer together," she assured.

Not wanting to pass up sleeping next to a hot girl my age I didn't protest. She even insisted on being the little spoon. For dinner we sat around the fire eating coconut and drinking more water. Finally, being sufficiently hydrated I needed to pee again.

"I gotta go pee," I said, standing up and making my way to the edge of the fire light.

"Wait!" Abby cried out, "I don't want to be alone in the dark and besides I gotta pee too. Can we both just pee here?"

"Fine by me," I replied as she stood up.

We both stepped a few paces away from the fire, opposite the lean-to, only a few feet apart. We politely turned our backs to each other. As I pulled down the front of my swimsuit, I heard a rustling as she squatted and pulled down her bikini bottoms. As I started peeing into the sand a few feet in front of me I heard a loud hissing followed by a pattering as she peed into the sand. After about a minute my bladder emptied and my cock twitched as I pushed out the last remnants. Not hearing my companion's pitter-patter, I tucked in and turned around to go back to the fire.

To my delight I caught Abby as she was starting to stand up, her bikini bottoms still around her knees, fire light dancing on her white shapely bottom as she shook the last few drops from her nether regions. With a satisfied sigh she pulled up her white bottoms. I quickly looked away, but savored the sight.

We decided to lie down together and Abby insisted on being the little spoon. I could feel the warmth of her back against my bare chest as well as her ass, pressed up against my crotch. Exhaustion took over and we both fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke in her arms. Abby had turned around during the night and was holding me close, I could feel her boobs pressing up against my chest and I was glad I was saved from the embarrassment of having morning wood. I did however have to pee. It didn't take too long for Abby to awake and she freed me from her embrace with a blushed face.

"I have to pee," she announced.

"Me too," I replied, not knowing what else to say, but I was looking forward to peeing together again.

We both got up and moved to opposite ends of the clearing. I could hear her stream issuing strongly, splattering the sand as a yellow torrent poured from my cock. When we finished our morning toilet, we went back to the fire ring. It was decided that Abby would go fill some coconut halves with water while I gathered more for eating. I took a quick peek at Abby's sizable puddle before I left. Abby had gathered loads of water and we drank more coconut milk before eating the flesh.

A few days passed like this and we continued to pee together with our backs to each other while we patrolled the beach. We had started to become quite close. I suggested we explore more of the island, starting by following the stream inland and Abby agreed. It took some effort to get into the dense jungle but we followed the stream to its source, pouring out from between some volcanic rock. Exploring further Abby happened upon a hot spring.

"This island is turning out to be quite the find," Abby exclaimed with glee, dipping a toe into the water, "Ooh it's just right, hot tub temps!" she said as she stepped into the warm water. "Come join me!"

I didn't need the invitation and was soon sitting in the water with Abby. It felt wonderful. We started chatting, what major we had in school, what led us to the booze cruise. Just shooting the shit. Abby was convinced to go by some classmates last minute while my friends and I had been looking forward to the cruise all semester. As I started to feel a bit of desperation Abby interrupted the conversation to announce that she needed to pee.

Looking around, she lowered her voice and said, "Would you mind if I just went in the water? I don't want to get out."

"Who hasn't peed in the hot tub," I replied.

Which was true, I've had one or five nights at a party where I was too drunk and lazy to get out and peed right there in my suit. A few girl friends even did it.

"I do have to go too," I said. It took several moments to get started. I soon felt a new warmth flow around my cock and balls as I started to pee into my shorts below the water. It felt really good.

A long moan came from Abby. "Why bother getting out."

She was right, the freedom of just peeing where I sat was incredible, I savored the warmth pooling in the crotch of my shorts and let out a moan myself. I caught her blue eyes staring at me.

"This is so relaxing," she finally said, "too bad it's time for lunch."

Lunch was the same as the previous meals, plenty of water, coconut milk and coconut. I decided that I'd try out spearfishing and fashioned a tri-tipped spear out of a suitable stick. I caught a few fish and messily cleaned them as Abby tended the fire. Just as we finished up it started to rain and we quickly dove into the shelter, Abby pressing close against me. I could feel her butt cheeks nestled against my dick. The storm didn't let up and soon there was a flash of lightning and a thundering boom.

"Eeek!" Abby cried.

I clutched her close and I suddenly felt a warm and wetness pouring over my cock.

"Oh my god I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Abby stammered. "I'm afraid of thunder and it just came out."

I realized she was wetting herself and me and the makeshift bed in the process. I couldn't help but think that it felt kind of nice.

"It's okay," I assured, "we are wearing bathing suits and we did pee through them in the hot spring."

"Yeah but I'm peeing on you directly now and wetting the bed," she replied.

"We can change out the palm leaves and wash our clothes tomorrow. And to be honest it kinda feels nice with this cool rain." I continued to assure her. And it did, I wasn't surprised to find myself getting slightly erect.

Her stream started to die down, she made no effort to stop it and was even forcefully pushing out the last little bits of her bladder. Her warm wee washing over my cock in waves. I could feel a warm puddle now draining through the palm leaves.

After a bit of silence, "You can pee here if you need to, I don't mind, I mean you'd be getting me back... plus it's still raining, you don't want to go out there," she said, clutching my arms that were around her, pulling them to her soft breasts.

She was right, the thought of going out into the storm didn't sound too pleasant. Fuck it I thought, we were already covered in her pee. It took some effort but I managed to start to pee in my swimsuit and my hot urine was now spreading over my shaft and balls, seeping into the fabric of my shorts and a puddle was forming around my thigh as a pattering joined the rain on the leafed roof. It felt really satisfying and liberating. It was also making me horny to be wetting the bed with Abby.

"It's so warm," I heard Abby whisper, wiggling her butt against my wet crotch.

My piss started to die down and I spurted out a few more streams into the crotch of my soiled swimsuit and found myself starting to get hard. I hoped Abby didn't notice as I tried to drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to the warmth of the morning sun on my back. The wetness around my lower half reminded me of the events of the night. I still had my arms around Abby with her back pressed up against me. Needing to pee I slowly started to move and was surprised to feel my crotch getting wet again accompanied by a loud hissing and pitter patter on the leaf bed. Abby was wetting the bed again. This time she seemed to be still asleep.

Since she was still clutching my arms and as I was still wet from our toilet during the storm, I just let it go, wetting my shorts again. I figured I could hide it since she was wetting the bed if she were to be disgusted. The lean-to was soon filled with the strong smell of our morning pee. As I was squirting the last bits of my bladder into my pants Abby stirred and released her grip. Not wanting to be found wetting the bed again I quickly stood up and surveyed the damage.

There was a large puddle pooling around Abby's waking form as she rolled onto her back. I couldn't help but see a large wet stain, slightly yellow against the white gusset on her crotch. She opened her eyes and sat up suddenly.

"Oh my god did I wet the bed again?" She said aloud, feeling her crotch with one hand.

Her eyes wandered to my wet crotch and I hoped she didn't notice I was half erect.

"We should probably wash our suits," she said. "It's too bad we don't have any spare clothes."

We had the usual breakfast and plenty of beverages before making our way to the beach. Abby skipped ahead and turned around to face me, asking "Do you mind being naked together while our suits dry?"

Other than rescue I couldn't think of anything more that I wanted in that moment than to see her nude.

"I'm cool with it if you are," hiding my excited.

With that confirmation, Abby expertly untied and removed her bikini bottoms and I could see her smoothly shaved crotch with darker labia lips, glistening with our morning pee, protruding from her mound. She gasped and almost proudly showed me the yellowing stain on the inside of the gusset of her panties. "Guess it'd be silly to wear this too," she said as she untied her bikini top, freeing her breasts. They were just as large as when they were bound, perky and hanging high. Her small pink nipples were hard. She has some nice tan lines too, pale triangles on her boobs and crotch.

Following her lead, I pulled down my swim shorts, my cock springing forth as it was freed. Likewise, I showed her the inside of my bathing suit and she was a bit dismayed that there was no stain, mostly owing to the fact that the liner was mesh. Men and women's swimwear must have been built with different materials. We stood there a few moments gazing at each other's bodies before walking into the water to wash out our swimsuits. I was splashing some water on my cock making sure to wipe away any of our pee. Glancing over Abby was doing the same, cupping some sea water in her hand and rubbing it against her vagina. After a few minutes, we made our way back to camp carrying our wet scanty clothing, Abby leading the way. I couldn't help but stare at her shapely cheeks.

As Abby hung our suits, I sat down and kindled the fire. She soon joined me, sitting down cross legged and facing me. I could see her pussy, lips slightly apart and I made no effort to cover my penis if she was being this brazen. I passed her a cracked open coconut and we sipped the milk inside.

"About last night and this morning," she said. "I'm sorry if that grossed you out."

"Don't be, it happens, in fact I uh kinda peed the bed again when I realized you were going in your sleep this morning."