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  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Last day of school I was late catching the bus and late getting up, who cares, last day of school, right?
    I got to class, although its the last day we were handing in books and other papers. A bunch of mates started to cut up and be loud, teacher got pissed off and said no more talking, no on leaves the room either (for numerous drinks of water, meeting friends out in the hall or restroom) for anything. Then I felt the build up of pee and I felt I had to go pretty soon. This was an all night pee hold and all morning plus orange juice and water.
    I asked Mrs Neely if I could be excused for the boys room and she snapped, no way, sit down, shut up. She was awful most of the time but today she was really mad. She was the first period english teacher that always was hard to get grades and all, boring, of course most of us were asleep anyhow. Oh, how I had to piss now. I sat in the first row by the window across from her desk. I was holding my crotch and doing a foot dance, my knee bouncing up and down and Im shifting the weight on my bottom from one side to the other. It helped some but I got a few hard urges and I grabbed my peter but some pee escaped anyhow. It was right at the tip and ready to go. I put my hand in my pocket and held on for dear life. The class had 20 minutes left to go until we changed classes to math. I felt another hot squirt go in my Y fronts and soak up the pee.
    I put my hand up and waved it again and said to Mrs Neely its an emergency. She said you all should have thought of that before all the commotion and carrying on.
    Another longer squirt came out and made a round spot on the front of my Levi jeans. They were like hip huggers and real tight and you could almost see what kind of tool a guy had from he bulge in the front. It was common to wear these, with cuffed up bottoms. Now I have a wet spot. The teacher didnt care. Now for the first time since 3rd grade I thought Im going to piss in my clothes. I grabbed my peter for all its worth holding on. Then I felt nothing, like numb, with a warm feeling spreading on my ass. The warm feeling ran down my pant leg and spilled on the floor and made a little puddle by my shoe. I went and sorta scrubbed the little puddle away with my foot. It got worse, then a big gush of piss poured from my peter into my pants and soaking everything, my undies, ass, drotch, legs down to my knees. There was no scrubbing this big puddle away.
    I just sat there holding my wet crotch. The girl sitting by me noticed and turned red faced, motioned to her friend and they both stared at my puddle and pissed in pants.
    Finally the bell rings for the end of class and you can run to the restroom and to Math. I jumped up and made a quick exit to the boys room to mop up what I could with paper towels. I had left a wet footprint trail from my desk to the boys room. The guys all teased me, but then said, it can happen to anyone.
    One kid said he pissed his pants in History once and no one noticed as he wore dark blue cords.
    I remembered this one girl by me pissin her pants in 6th grade with a loud hissing and splash. Mine wasnt that bad.
    I hope that teacher pisses her pants some day somewhere and knows how it feels.
    Anyhow, I went home at lunchtime and got changed, it was a short half day.
    I went and took my tool and beat it up for peeing on me, and it spit on

    #7240 — Comments (8) — Dec 18, 2005 at 11:08 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    i am a lad and writing about a experience i witnessed....

    I ride the bus to school every day, with my mate jasmine, let me tell you a bit about jasmine, she is a fair red head and rather petit i all ways, she has a small chest and is quite atractive.

    One morning i got up and did my daily morning routine and when to call for jasmine to got to the bus stop with, when i got to her house she seem to be in some discomfort but i just thought it was because we had a term test today.
    we walked down to the bus stop and sat on the bench,i kept chatting away to here but all i could here was lil whimpers coming from her...the bus finally arrived at 8.40 20 minute later than normal we both boarded the bus and i tried again to start conversation but she stoped me, and said " would you go and sit in another seat somewhere"
    i thought was a little strage as we are best of friends so i asked her why and got the reply "i really need to use the bathroom my step dad was in the shower so i couldent use it this morning"
    i just said to her dont worry we will soon be at school she seem to relax a bit.. that was until the bus came to a griding holt and jerked us all forward.
    I looked down the aisle and ou the window at the front and saw there had been a accident, it then crossed my mind that jasmine might not be able to make it to scholl with the bus already being late arriving and now getting to school.
    she asked me what was happening so i told her about the accident and she let out a huged wimper. 10 mins had passed since we had been held up and jasmine sat bolt upright and said "mike do something please i cant hold on im going to pee any second"
    i took me a minute or two to calm down after hearing that shes might be about to wet her self so i get up andwalk to the driver and asked him if he had any tissues or a cup or summat then of course he asked me why, so ask quickly as i could i told him that my best mates was getting travle sick ( lying a bit to cover her from embarresment) he then gave me a roll of tissuse and a lil bucket i run back to her and gave it to her.
    she said thank you but she wouldent be able to pee and feeling a bit naughty she told me to sit in her seat she moved over and i sat in her seat a little confused she then placed the bucket between my knees and hitched her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side and sat above it fav me and hugging me. of corse as soon as she did that i felt my jucies runnnin high and my hands did a little wandering, as soon as i touched her clit she started to pee like crazy into this small bucket .
    This is the best experience i have ever had ...2 days after that act she came round my house and we started dating and we still are i would love to hear if any other lads out there have had a cool experience

    #7241 — Comments (2) — Dec 20, 2005 at 3:38 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I just arrived for a job interview recently at a local restaurant the other day. I had 5 minutes before going in but as soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I suddenly had to pee so badly I nearly went in my panties before I got out of my car but managed to hold it back while I was walking into the building. The urge temporarily went away as I started my interivew with a nice girl who was about the same age me. But as I was answering questions I just lost control and started flooding my panties. I was peeing so hard and so fast, it was impossible to stop. The girl noticed I was peeing and saw how embarrassed I was, so she went and got a towel to help clean me up then walked me over to the bathroom so I could rinse my vagina off and my wash out my panties. I felt so embarrassed, I didn't know what to say. Fortunately, the girl liked me enough to hire me for the job. So we went back into the office and finished the rest of the interview, this time I didn't feel so bad though because right before she answered one of my questions, she accidently peed her panties herself right there in her chair after sitting through so many hours of interviews, she must have been as desperate as I was cause she peed for a good 2 minutes and by the time she was done, her skirt was totaly soaked and her panties were drenched like mine were. I guess we were both equal, so it kind of made me feel better. Well, nonetheless....I'm working with her now and those accidents we had during the interview we have kept just between her and I.

    #7242 — Comments (7) — Dec 21, 2005 at 1:18 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    what does it feel like when a womens pee's in her knickers does it feel nice? does she feel anything before her pee comes out? what does feel like before it gets to the labia and when it hits the labia? and what is it like when the pee hisses as it comes out into the knickers?

    just intrested


    #7243 — Comments (3) — Dec 24, 2005 at 1:12 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Last weekend my girlfriends and I went to a concert. I was really excited because I just finished my first year at college and some guys we knew from school were also going. We decided to meet before the concert to tailgate and drink.

    I dressed in a denim cut-off mini skirt and a long cotton peasant top with spaghetti straps. I wore my boycut pink lace panties and a white strapless bra underneath.It was a really cute outfit. Too bad I ruined it.

    I got up late (1 PM) and had to shower and throw on my clothes quickly so that I could drive two hours to the next town to meet my friend Meg at her house. Then Meg and I drove from her house to pick up our friends Jen and Claire in the city before heading to the stadium for the concert.

    By that point I was beginning to realize that I had made a crucial mistake. I didn't take time to go to the bathroom before leaving my house. I should have gone at Meg's, but we were on a tight schedule because we wanted to meet the guys right before the gates of the stadium opened so that we could drive in together and park right next to each other for tailgating.

    Onc e we were inside the gates and parked, I started looking for the port-a-potties. There was one that was clean, but the door was ripped off. The one with a door that closed was filthy beyond belief. I decided to run across the highway that separated the stadium from a small strip mall.

    It took 10 minutes for there to be a break in traffic big enough that I knew I could get all the way across. I ran into the first fast food place I saw only to discover that the bathroom was "Out of Order". The next place was a bank that was closed and a nail salon that wouldn't let me use their facilities. Finally, I went into a bakery and they let me use their bathroom if I bought something. I decided to get an iced coffee. It was a relief to pee and afterwards I realized that I was really thirsty so I drained the whole iced coffee and bought a second one before going back to the stadium.

    The guys were grilling hamburgers and hotdogs and there was plenty of cold beer. I think I overindulged a little and decided to have a clove cigarette to ease my digestion.

    I forgot coffee and nicotine are laxatives. Wouldn't you know that my stomach started aching just as we walked into the stadium and sat down. It was general admission seating so we had to stake out our seats. I was left in charge of seats while my friends went to get some cold drinks. I felt a horrible pressure in my bowels and kept hoping my friends would come back so I could get up and find a restroom. Just when I thought that my guts would explode, my friends came back and I ran off.

    It turned out the bathrooms in the stadium alternated by floor. I was on a floor with only men's rooms and had to go up to the next level. When I got there, the line was incredible. I felt a sudden cramp and then a weird sensation. I realized that my anus had opened a bit and that a turd was beginning to descend.

    I freaked out and tried to squeeze my butt cheeks together, but the turd was unstoppable. It pushed out a bit more and I realized it was really fat. That was bad news because my fat turds are usually also quite long.

    Another push and I sensed that the turd was touching my panties and stretching the tender flesh between my anus and pussy. I moaned and the woman in front of me looked at me strangely. I just hoped she couldn't smell the emerging turd.

    The next involuntary push felt like it released two inches or turn. I knew it must be tenting my panties under the denim skirt and just hoped no one else could see.

    I wanted to hunch over with the pain but I was afraid that would encourage more turd to come out.

    Finally, the spasm were too much. I sort of scuttled away and ran into a half-opened broom closet I had seen next to the stairs. Too late, the turd was already coiling up in my panties. In disgust, I gingerly pulled them off and used a stack of paper towels to wipe as much of the mess away as possible. It was a horrible job without access to water and I was fearful that someone would smell the shit when I stood back in the bathroom line. So I wiped my ass with some lemon-pine cleaner too. It burned my tender anal and pussy tissues.

    The pain triggered my bladder and I pissed uncontrollably for several seconds, wetting my skirt and shoes.

    There was no way to hide that, so I pulled off the skirt and stood there barefoot in my tunic top trying to figure out if I could sneak out to my car where I keep gym clothes.

    Just then the door opened and a janitor stood there staring in shock at the puddle of urine, turd filled panties, and shit smeared paper towels.

    Needless to say, I was kicked out.

    #7244 — Comments (2) — Dec 25, 2005 at 12:36 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My sister and I are hypercompetitive. This is due largely to the fact that we are barely 11 months apart in age. She's the older and I always resented that she got to do certain things before me (like go to school, date, or drive).

    One of our childhood contests was to see who could hold her bladder the longest. It used to really piss my mom off (pun intended) because occasionally one of us would refuse to concede and end up wetting ourselves.

    I thought we'd outgrown this silly challenge until last Sunday.

    My sister just got engaged. Which burns me up because my boyfriend and I have actually been dating 4 months longer than Tessa and her new fiance. She knows this and pointedly asked me if I ever thought Steve would propose. So I challenged her to hold her bladder for the entire engagement party that afternoon.

    This was a good challenge because we would be drinking a lot of toasts, plus standing in my mother's garden which has a very loud fountain.

    We posted my younger brother (15) at the garden gate to make sure neither of us slipped into the powder room. At first, it was very easy, then lunch was served and I had to sit down. Which compressed my bladder slightly. I was suddenly aware that it was getting quite full. I winced and looked over at my sister. She was smirking! Time for action. I stood up, tapped my wine glass and proposed a toast to my sister and her fiance. This set off many toasts. Since everyone was looking at her and not me, I only wet my lips each time, but she had to take real sips. She narrowed her eyes at me as my dad leaned over to refill her glass.

    The triumph allowed me to ignore my aching bladder for a while. Then, I heard my sister tell my mom that she thought it was time to start the dancing. Oh, no! Nothing is worse for a full bladder than bouncing around. My sister had the excuse of circulating among her guests, but I could hardly refuse to dance. My boyfriend pulled me out on the floor for a fast Latin number that left me biting my lip to keep from exploding.

    Somehow I survived two dances. Then the photographer said it was time for a formal family shot. We stood at the center of the garden. Unfortunately, it was right next to the fountain. I kept squeezing my knees together, but it was agony. I was just about to admit defeat, when I heard a distinctive sound.

    I looked over to se my sister pissing herself. Her face was beetred as first my family, then the photographer and guests stared at her. She ran off into the house leaving a trail of yellow droplets.

    My mom stammered out some lame excuse about the excitement of the day and I started laughing. It was the wrong thing to do. My own bladder gave way with a sudden gush. As urine flooded my shoes, I was at least console by the fact that I had won!

    #7245 — Comments (2) — Dec 25, 2005 at 9:48 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This. ( * )
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    The last time I smoked weed with my friend I faded out for awhile and when I woke up I had totally pissed my fucking pants in front of the two girls he had brought for us. They got disgusted with me, as was my friend who called me a fucking pervert. I'm afraid this was not the first time something like this has happened to me. I tend to piss in my fucking pants a lot!

    #7246 — Comments (3) — Dec 26, 2005 at 12:29 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My friend Penny and I decided to sunbathe today. We're working for the summer at the ranch of a certain Hollywood actor. If I told you the name, you'd recognize it for sure. There isn't much to do when this star isn't around so we spend a lot of time in the pool. The only problem is that there are a few creepy guys who bother us so whenever we can we go to the watering hole.

    The weather this morning was perfect for sunning. We stripped down to our thong bikini bottoms and laid out. Penny is half Cuban so she tanns faster than me. I have to use oil and remember to turn frequently. After a couple hours, I felt a familiar gurgle and realized that I had forgotten my morning dump.

    I was in a pickle. I didn't want to get dressed and go back to the house because it was so far. But I was afraid to go into the bushes because of rattlesnakes.

    I looked over and saw that Penny was fast asleep. A mischievous idea entered my mind. What if I pooped right there and Penny never knew. I could throw the turd into the bushes and she'd keep right on sleeping.

    I spread my knees, reached between my legs, and pulled my thong aside. A few grunts and a finger to open things up and I began shitting out a long thick log. It was a bit soft and not stinky at all. It made my pussy lips pout out and I caressed them with my free hand. The turd came out about three inches and seemed to get stuck. I shifted in discomfort and the movement woke Penny up. I slammed my legs together and removed my hand, but not before she saw.

    She asked if I was jilling off. I lied and said yes. She winked and said that she was feeling horny too and ould use a little five fingered comfort. I watched her shuck off her bikini bottom and begin stroking her clit. As she closed her eyes and began moaning, I realized that I need to finish taking care of business before she saw the dump between my legs.

    I pretended to moan as well and pushed with all my might to release the remaining turd. The large hump shot out followed by another four inches of skinner turd. I grabbed my top, wrapped it around the turd and flung it in the bushes just as Penny brought herself to a shattering orgasm.

    She smiled at me and asked if I was satisfied, too. I was able to answer that truthfully.

    #7247 — Comments (2) — Dec 26, 2005 at 2:58 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I guess I was driving a little faster than I meant to coming home the other night. I had to go and I mean bad! I was just nearing my exit when I noticed cop lights in my rear view mirror. I gritted my teeth and willed that he was after someone else. But he followed me off my exit, so I pulled over.

    I was maybe six blocks from home. There was certainly no place around open with a restroom, but I glanced frantically around anyhow. I dug in my purse for my license and insurance card. I squeezed my legs tighter and tried to fight off the feelings of panic. It dawned on me that I might be in pretty big trouble here in other ways. I'd been drinking and was probably over the legal limit. The nervousness that realization brought certainly didn't help.

    I waited for him to approach my car. I half crossed my legs and shifted in my seat. What was taking him so long? I tried not think about the piercing ache above my pubic bone.

    The irony stuck me-- usually I was the one laughing at my girlfriends in this circumstance. I don't think I have any great capacity, but I can hold out for a long time normally, and I'm usually the one ribbing my girlfriends when they're jiggling and frantic needing a rest stop.

    Now we go out to the bars quite a bit, and I'm well acquainted with the feeling of being a bit drunk and suffering a very full bladder. Us girls just can't go anywhere we'd like like guys can. But I'm accustomed to it, and am always able to just cross my legs to squeeze my little pussy tight, ignore it, put it out of my mind. My two best girlfriends don't seem to have that ability. Now I sat remembering all the times I'd teased them about their predicaments, and told them to just not think about it. But here I was, myself well past the point of just putting it out of my mind. Even though I told my self to relax, my body remained tense.

    Finally the policeman approached the car. He asked for my license and I gave it to him. He looked it over, and then swept his flashlight over the interior of my car. I have quite nice legs, and I was wearing a short skirt and dark hose. I know how guys are, and I figured he'd try to stretch this little stop out as long as he could, having gotten lucky enough to stop a drunk girl in come-hither bar attire. Just what I didn't need!

    He told me to wait in the car while he called in my info and he returned to his car. I hoped he hadn't been able to smell the alcohol through the open window. I shifted again trying to find a position that would ease my discomfort. All I could think of was how sweet it would feel to slip my hose and panties down, and feel a cool porcelain seat on my thighs, and then let go.

    Many a night I've driven home with a very full feeling down there, but I can always make myself think about something else, and the next thing I know it, I'm home. But I'd crossed the line tonight. We'd been bought a round of beers at closing time. The image of me guzzling the last whole beer kept flashing through my mind. Here I was already frantic, and I was sure that last beer was still on its way. Again, I felt panic as one part of my mind tried to tell me that this was it, that this time I'd never make it.

    My body went involuntarily rigid again, and I clenched and squeezed for all I was worth. I dug my fingernails into my palms and tried to focus on that pain. I hadn't wet my pants since girl scout camp in 7th grade. I'd tried to hold it for a whole 2 day camping trip. I'd made it through the entire first night and next day. I was feverish to pee by bedtime that night and I lay there awake, afraid to let myself fall asleep for fear I'd wet in my sleeping bag. I remember holding onto the zipper of the sleeping bag and telling myself that as long as I held on to that I'd be OK. Finally exhaustion had overcome me and I dozed off, only to awake to the feeling of heavenly relief as I soaked my sleeping bad. I'd tried to stop but the feeling was just too sweet and I went ahead and let it all flood out of me.

    My thoughts were interrupted. He was approaching my car again. He asked the dreaded question. "Ma'am, have you been drinking?"

    & quot;I had a couple of beers officer," I answered as evenly as I could. "I think I'm fine though, really," I added, very convincingly I'm sure.

    "If I could just have to step out of the car for a moment, please." His tone of voice was stern and curt.

    I opened the door and slid gingerly off the seat. I gasped quietly as I stood up, and tugged my skirt back down into the realm of at least semi-decency. He had to be enjoying stopping a young lady thusly attired I thought grimly. My bladder felt like a heavy rock, and it felt like it was ripping and tearing under the strain.

    He asked me to close my eyes and hold my arms out to either side. I stood knees squeezed and complied. A long pause.

    "Touch your nose with the index finger of your right hand, please," he said. I did that. Then the left. I complied. He repeated this a number of times. I could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. His words sounded like they were coming from somewhere very far away. He switched the order a couple of times and messed me up, I just couldn't seem to make my mind focus.

    Next he had me do the dreaded "walk a straight line" routine. I walked gingerly, my heels clicking on the concrete, and every vibration seemed to go straight to the nerve endings in my tortured lower abdomen. As I went to spin around and walk the other way, I felt another intense wave and bent slightly forward. I paused and teetered, helplessly realizing that this didn't look good at all. Then he had me do all that again. He stood there haughty, detached, observing me, and I'm sure drinking in my helplessness, a slim, attractive young female dressed to attract male attention skittering on high heels under the street lights.

    He asked me to wait in the car again. I slid back into the driver's seat, thankful for what small comfort that provided. I found myself shifting my hips regularly, feeling like if I just moved a little this way or that I could find a way to stay outside the still growing reservoir in my body. Another interminable wait. I wasn't even thinking about a DUI now. I just wanted to go somewhere where I could pee, oh to be able to just pee.

    My body tensed again, and I pushed my fist into the car seat on either side of me. Suddenly an unfamiliar feeling. Every nerve in my body felt suddenly on fire as I felt a few drops actually push out in into my urethra. I clenched my teeth and held on tight. A few drops had leaked out, I wasn't even sure if they'd made it far enough to moisten my panties, but they'd made it out of my bladder in spite of my most concentrated efforts.

    Now panic struck. And the police officer was back at my window. He told me slowly and evenly that he'd considered bringing me back to his car for a breathalyzer test, but he said he was fairly certain I would fail. He said that since I was only a few blocks from my home, he would cite me only for speeding and having a tail light out, and he would let me park the car and go home. He said he would call for a cab for me if I desired, or he would run me the few blocks.

    My mind raced, thankful to not be in trouble, but weighing the relative speed of each alternative. I thanked him, and indicated I'd accept the ride. He suggested I lock up the car, and come back while he finished filling out the paper work. Maybe he was going to make a pass at me, I didn't know or care. I had no choice. I got out and walked to his car trying to assume a normal stride. Every time my legs stretched, my mind registered the agonizing need from my bursting bladder.

    He motioned me into the front seat beside him. He made some incomprehensible call on his radio. Unable to shift and wiggle as freely, I settled for biting my lip. He began scribbling on his clipboard. I felt another wave of total body tenseness and bit my lip harder. Again, that unfamiliar feeling, like someone suddenly flipped on all the lights in my alcohol-dulled mind. And a few more drops of my pee escaped my bladder, enough for me to this time notice a little warm, dampness in my panties. I may have even made a quiet sound when this happened, I'm not sure.

    More seemingly endless writing, and then he began lecturing me on the dangers of drinking and driving. It seemed to be a pat spiel that he'd given many times. He finally eased up on the lecture, and made another radio call. Another wave was upon me. I fought it, trying not to appear fidgety or nervous. He was writing again on a new form. I uncrossed my legs, but before I could recross them, another wave hit, stronger this time. And the dam started to burst. I felt a few droplets force their way out. I felt like I could feel every little drop as it squeezed its way to freedom. I clenched and inhaled. Another few drops. They felt more, I don't know, "connected". Frantic squeezing. Another few drops, no wait, this was a small stream, slow, a little trickle. I squeezed as hard as I could but it had absolutely no effect.

    My poor little muscles down there were not listening to my brain anymore. I started to pee uncontrollably, and was startled and embarrassed by the sudden hiss, clearly audible over the sound of the motor running. I gasped audibly a couple of times, pushing my fists into the seat and raising up off the seat, fighting to stem the tide.

    I regained control, but I was soaked. "I'm so sorry," I said. "I'm terribly sorry," I repeated a few more times, not sounding very coherent.

    "Well, ma'am, why didn't you say something," he said. With no further delay he put the car in gear and we began moving. I burst into tears. I sat there sobbing with embarrassment and shame. It only seemed like moments are we were at my apartment building.

    My shoulders shook as I continued to sob quietly. My thighs remained clamped.

    "Ma'am, can you find your key" he said.

    I dug around in my purse. I finally came up with the key, but I still couldn't move. I was sure if I moved I'd let loose again.

    He got out and came around and opened my door. "Come along, it's going to be fine," he said. And then his strong arm was around my shoulders helping me up the stairs. He took my key and opened the door for me.

    He escorted me inside. Everything was a blur from the tears, from the alcohol, from the mind numbing pressure in my bladder. I just wanted to disappear into a hole in the earth. I put down my purse and slipped off my jacket. He'd disappeared.

    Stepping out of my heels I bolted towards the bathroom. I was still in agony, the few squirts having done nothing to significantly ease my situation. I was startled to see him emerge from the bathroom holding several towels.

    "C ome here," he said. "Let's get you cleaned up."

    I was struck speechless by the moment, by his quiet tone of voice. He found the zipper of my skirt and he slid the wet garment down my legs to the floor. My hose and panties were a wet mess. He firmly tugged these down now too. I was standing there, knees together, as he began to gently pat my bottom and my thighs with the towel.

    "C'mon, it's OK," he said, gently pushing the towel between my legs to dry my pubes. Then he took my hand and led me to the couch. "But I still have to go, I still have to go," I was thinking, but his movements were hypnotic. He spread a towel on the couch and bid me lay down. I sat on the couch and he coaxed me into laying back. He gently patted me with the towel again, drying my damp inner thighs and my pubic mound. "We'll get you all dried off," he said, his voice soothing and caring.

    "Ooh, but I still have to go so bad," I found myself saying. My pelvis arched slightly as if to indicate it agreed. "I still have to go," I repeated, hesitantly, feeling almost afraid that I would disappoint him. My hips squirmed again, and I felt a wave of tension building.

    "Is this where you need something?" he asked gently running his bare hand over the flesh above my pubic bone and down lightly over my pussy lips. "Does it hurt a little?" he said.

    "Um hmm," I nodded. Pressing knees tightly and raising them slightly. The wave was building and I was afraid I was going to lose it again, right here in front of him.

    "Oh, please, oh, please," I said pushing up on one elbow. "I have to go," I said. The bathroom seemed so far away. Then that feeling again. He could see me tense up. I felt a couple of droplets push into my urethra.

    He was pushing me back down. "Just let it come," he said soothingly. "Just let it happen."

    Still I fought it, tensing, clenching, squeezing, but the drops kept coming. I felt one run down my bare pussy.

    "Just relax," he said. "It's OK."

    My hips bucked slightly, and a few drops escaped, trickling down to the towel beneath me. "Please," I said, but that was all I got out, putting every last bit of concentration into squeezing. But the drops were connecting again, a small flow, my pelvis arching. Jerky, spurting, squirts of pee emerged, me grinding my hips, refusing to let it come.

    "You have to let it out," he said. "Just relax," he said again. And the fight was out of me. I gave up, and let my stream emerge. It made a shallow arch between my slightly parted legs, landing a few feet down on the towel.

    "That's right," he coaxed, "let it come. Go ahead and finish."

    The stream arched higher and he moved his hand, holding the other towel, to where the stream fell. Sweet blessed relief flowed over me as I lay back and surrendered. Sweet blessed relief. I felt my whole body melt as I let go completely.

    Fin ally, after it seemed like an eternity, my stream subsided to just a little trickle, and then stopped. "That's a good girl," he said. He dabbed gently at my pussy with a dry towel. "Are you all better now?" he asked. But as he dabbed, I felt my flow start again. A thinner stream formed, more delicate this time. "Oh, you weren't quite done, were you?" he added.

    My body didn't seem to want to stop. Three more times I paused and started again. "My, my, my, we really had to go didn't we," he chided each time I'd start again. But then I was done. He dried me ever so tenderly, pulling the wet towel from under me. Helping me stand up, he led me to the bathroom. "Finally I'm in a bathroom," I thought to myself. It struck me funny and I giggled. He smiled and put his arm around me. I felt woozy, it all seemed so unreal. He found talcum powder in my medicine cabinet, and then he took me to my bedroom.

    He urged me to lay back on the bed, and dried me some more, patting the powder on my now quite happy little pussy. As if in a dream I floated now into a state of extreme arousal. All the attention being given to my pussy was so tender, so non-sexual, and now with the pressure gone, all my pussy could do was tingle and tell me it wanted yet another thing. He finished undressing me and was making like he was going to tuck me in. But cutting through my dazed state was a new need, a new desire.

    He patted me perfunctorily again with a towel. It was maddening, this form of non-sexual touching, when suddenly all my pussy could do was tingle with sexual need, and tingle and tingle. I moaned softly, and told him that it felt nice. I arched my bare breasts, hoping he'd begin to see me sexually.

    "Do you need a little something else," he asked again, that same tone of voice. "Does she still need something," he said gesturing to my pussy.

    "Um hmm," I nodded again, sticking my lower lip out. I wiggled my pussy to indicate it agreed.

    "She might have to wait a little bit again," he said. "She might have to wait until I finish my shift." He patted again with the towel. I was wet again, for a different reason.

    "Noooo," I said petulantly. I wiggled again. "She needs to now," I said.

    "Honey, I have to finish my work," he said, "but I'll come back." He patted me again. I squirmed. I made a silly fake crying sound. I pouted. And I wiggled my pussy again. "She really needs to right away," I said.

    He looked at me sternly, and I thought we was leaving for sure. But he began slowly undressing. He slid into bed next to me, his cock hard and bulging. "It looks like maybe he needs something now too," I said playfully. And then he mounted me, and fucked me. Our bodies melted together, grinding, forcefully and urgently, and then slower and agonizingly slower. And another wave began to build, a more familiar wave. I gave in to this wave more readily, I needed it, I needed that release now just as intensely. My body shuddered with orgasm, and as if on cue, his body answered.

    He left to return to his neglected duty. As I drifted off to sleep, a fantasy flashed through my mind. I knew I would see him again, and I knew what I wanted to do. I was already thinking about what I wanted to wear, and how much I would drink, how long I would hold it for him, and how good it would feel when I finally wet myself, and then surrendered my pussy again to his caring hands and cock. And I drifted off to sleep.

    #7248 — Comments (4) — Jan 17, 2004 at 4:04 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — Wet Stories —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I was at work this one day and I went to ask my boss (a very attractive woman) when I needed this report to be done. I walked into her office and she was squirming. She looked like she had to pee really bad but that couldn't be because she has her own bathroom. I looked at the door to her bathroom and it said out of order. She hated to use public bathrooms so I guessed right. I saw that her nipples were hard and I got a boner. She noticed and smiled.
    "Excited are we?" she smiled devilishly. She walked over to me and unbuttoned my pants and pulled them and my boxers down. She pulled off her pants and when she saw how big I was, she gasped. She yelled, "I need you in me now!" and I obeyed happily. While I was in her, she peed all over. It felt so good. We had great sex. After 15 minutes I figured I should probably go back to work so we got cleaned up and got dressed. We never mentioned it and we've never done that since. Thankfully, my wife never found out!

    #7249 — Comments (2) — Mar 31, 2004 at 3:34 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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