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Thursday, March 17, 2011

brenda












The bright morning sun that shone through the windows, Brenda buttoned
her pink top andlooked for a pair of old jeans. She wanted to have the
house clean and the laundry washed by the time her mother got home at
3:00 and there was no since wearing anything nice. Ever since April
graduation seemed to be coming faster and faster and the thought of
really moving away from her home was beginning to make her a bit
misty-eyed. Since then she had taken to doing small favors for her parents whenever
she could.
After cleaning there was, of course, there was the matter of going
shopping for her boyfriend Kyle's birthday present. His birthday was
only a few days away and she still had not decided what to get him.
He was so hard to buy for. What are his interests, she kept asking
herself, but to no avail. Sure, he liked hunting and fishing, but what
the heck did she know about that? There was football, too, but she knew
even less about that. She knew that there had to be something that he
really wanted, but it seemed hopeless.
Quite out of the blue, a thought struck her as Brenda opened her dresser
and selected a pair of faded blue jeans and the thoughts of a previous
night came back to her. She pulled her pants up over her white, cotton
panties and buttoned them. It was almost four weeks ago, now, but the
events were still clear because they had affected her thinking for days
afterward.
She had gone over to Kyle’s apartment in the early evening, knocked on
the door and entered. He knew she was coming so there was no since in
waiting for him to answer. He was seated, as he often was, at his
computer across the room and he had leaned over to see her around the
monitor and smiled. He kept the computer facing directly away from the
door, he had told her once, in case his parents ever dropped by
unexpectedly. That had made her laugh because Kyle had a way of spending
a fair amount of time visiting adult sites -- something that would have
bothered a lot of other girls, but not her.
“Come in!” he had said as she entered. “Are you staying the night?”
"Of course I am," she had said with a smile. "My parents are out all
night and think I'm out of town with Tracie."
"Good thinking," he said, looking back to the screen and clicking the
mouse. He made no attempt to conceal anything as she walked around to
wear he sat. Brenda pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, enjoying
the look of his strong chest through his T-shirt and the smell of his
aftershave. His dark hair was still damp from the shower and she began
to anticipate the night to come as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. She
turned to look at the computer screen.
Her mouth fell open in shock at the image on the monitor. Usually there
was some naked girl lying on a bed using a vibrator or maybe some
disgusting lesbian scene -- she had grown accustomed to that. But that
was not what this was now. This was a picture of a park on a
warm, sunny day. And standing right in the middle of the lawn was a
grown woman who had quite obviously wet her pants! Her back was turned
to the camera and a huge stain covered her rear end and the insides of
both her legs. She had both knees together and her hands at her crotch
as if trying in vain to stop herself.
"What the hell is that?!" Brenda heard herself nearly shout in shock.
She had never seen such a thing in all her life and she felt her bladder
involuntarily contract as she thought of the embarrasment of wetting
yourself in public. A mixture of fears from early childhood washed over
her as she stared at the desparate woman on the screen.
“What do you think it is?” Kyle had asked, laughing lightly. “She
pissed her pants.” He clicked the mouse and backed up to the previous
document. A screenful of tiny images filled the view,each a picture of
a woman doing the unthinkable in her pants or underwear. Kyle clicked
another and there slowly appeared a larger picture of a woman squatting
in blue slacks, a huge piss stain around her ass and a trickle of urine
pouring from her crotch.
Brenda had squeezed her legs together as her skin became cold. She
shuddered at the sight and the thought of a grown woman wetting herself.
“Why are you looking at this?” she had managed to ask. She couldn’t
remover her eyes from the sight.
Kyle had looked at her warily from the corner of his eye. “It’s erotic,
don’t you think? I mean, it really kind of turns me on...”
Brenda could tell he wasn’t sure of how she would respond and she looked
at him, puzzled. “Sexuallly, you mean?” She was incredulous. “It turns
you on to see a woman wet her pants? What does that have to do with sex?”
Kyle had shrugged. “I have no idea. I just know what I like and this
turns me on.” He paused. "And this really does.”
“You mean if I was to pee in my pants in front of you, you would get
horny?”
Kyle had lauged aloud at that remark. “Damn, Brenda, if you peed
yourself, I’d probably go into orgasm instantanesouly!” He suddenly
looked at her with interest. “You’re not saying you
would do that for me, are you?”
“Are you kidding?” Brenda had gasped, horrofied. “I’m not going to wet
myself! That’s...that’s... I don’t know... I couldn’t.” She paused to
get her breath. “If you like it so much, why don’t you wet your own pants?”
He had shrugged, looking her up and down. “I guess I would, if I
thought you would do it too.”
Something about the conversation had made Brenda’s heart start to race
and she imagined Kyle sitting in his chair and wetting his pants. She
almost wanted to see that, yet she could not figure out why. “You’re
serious, aren’t you!” she had said. She was horrified and interested at
the same time.
“Would you if I did?” he had asked. “I don’t care -- you know I would
do it.”
She did know it; Kyle was always doing crazy things no one else would.
That was part of what attracted her to him. Her forehead had now begun
to prespire and her head was swimming. She knew that all she had to say
was “do it,” and Kyle was actually going to sit there in front of her and
wet his pants. For just a split moment, she had imagined herself relaxing her bladder and doing the same and then 18 years of fear and embarrasment pulled her back. “No, I can’t do
that,” she had blurted. “Put something else on the screen, please,
Kyle.”
He had almost seemed taken aback by her sudden aversion and she had felt
some regret at that. He quickly clicked out of the web and shut the
computer down. “Why don’t we watch some TV?” he asked.
They did not speak anymore on the subject for the rest of the night.
Indeed, neither had brought it up ever again and for the next few days,
the memories had dogged Brenda. Something deep down inside her had
really kind of wanted to see Kyle pee his pants but too many years of
training and memories of childhood humiliation of wetting her pants had
stopped her. She had not had an accident since the 7th grade when she
had peed in her snow suit because she had not wanted to leave the
sledding hill. The memories of that day had come back then and she
thought of all the kids laughing at her as she stood there with that
huge, hot, dark patch spreading in the crotch of her pink suit. She had
clasped her hands clasped between her legs in vain as she wet herself in
front of everyone. She shuddered again at the horror.
Brenda snapped back to reality. She was still standing in her room
looking in the mirror, her thoughts having pulled her a million miles
away. She shook her head to clear her mind and turned to head downstairs.
Maybe, just maybe, Brenda thought, I could give Kyle what he really wanted. I could do it. I could pee my pants.
That thought was beginning to make her head race all over again. I’d
never be able to do it in front of him, she thought. I’d get all wierd
and clammy and tense up and never be able to pee. What would it feel like?
It had been so long and doing it in front of someone was just too
frightening. The thought struck her suddenly -- why not practice alone?

No one is home! If I could get myself used to going in my pants by
myself, it might be easier with someone around! Now her head was spinning
and she had to put a hand on the railing as she neared the bottom of the
stairs. Pee her pants! She couldn’t believe what she was contemplating,
and yet Kyle was right -- there was something vaguly erotic about it.
Again Brenda shook her head to clear it. She didn’t have to go much
right now, anyway. She would just have a tall glass of juice and would
deal with it when she felt the urge. That made the shaking subside a bit
but not entirely -- she was still actually intending on wetting herself!
For the next hour and a half Brenda cleaned the kitchen, doing the
dishes, wiping the countertops and putting odds and ends away. She
downed two full glasses of juice and a glass of ice water and slowly the
liquid began to make itself known. She stopped wiping the countertop as
she realized that she was now actively holding back her bladder.
The pressure was strong enough, now, that normally she would head
upstairs to the toilet, but she held back. Slowly, hesitantly, she
looked down at her crotch and thought about doing it, but her bladder
would not let go. Brenda began to shake again and she could feel beads
of sweat on her brow. She crossed her legs and held tight until the urge
subsided a bit.
She walked to the living room and began to pick up. Sooner or later,
she thought, I’ll have to go so bad I won’t be able to make it upstairs
anyway. That thought was a frightening one and she almost decided to
give up and just use the toilet. No, she thought. I want to do this
for Kyle. No one is home anyway.
After thirty minutes of picking up, dusting and vacuuming, the pressure
began to mount. She shut off the vacuum and pressed a and between her
legs to hold back -- this was far longer than she had held it back in
many years and here muscles were beginning to spasm from fatigue.
Memories of accidents as a child, in front of her friends and family,
came rushing back. But no one is here now, she reminded herself. You
can do it, just let go. She was shaking like a leaf as she limped into
the kitchen. She was getting desparate now and she had become deathly
cold. Maybe she could make it upstairs still and use the toilet.
No! Just do it, you fool, she though to herself and pulled her hand
away, making up her mind then and there. Her mind swam and she began to
wimper. She did not want to let go as she felt herself let go. At first,
there
was nothing accept that familiar sudden feeling of defeat as her bladder
let go but before the urine had had a chance to exit. Then there was a
sudden explosion of heat between her legs and she moaned as she doubled
over, her stomach muscles contracting and pushing involuntarily.
Pee poured from her body in a hot stream and Brenda could feel the wet
patch growing between her legs. “No,” she couldn’t help but moan and she
shot her hand between her legs without thinking, trying to stop it. Her
crotch was hot and wet and she could feel the piss pouring out against
her hands. Streaks of urine rolled down both of her legs and then began
to pour in sheets down the insides of her thighs. She began to cry as
she collapsed to her knees, peeing her pants uncontrollably. Piss began
to spread out over her rear end and then poured onto the floor in a
puddle. Slowly, it came to a stop, leaving her bent over on the floor,
pants soaked and in a pool and she was shaking and crying and moaning at
the same time. Her vagina tingled not only from the strain but from
excitement. Still bent over, she unbuttoned her wet pants and put her
hand down her soaking underwear into her hot, urine drenched crotch and
began to masturbate furiously. She came in seconds and then lay face down
in her puddle of piss, frigging herself again until she achieved another
orgasm. Gasping with horror and passion she sat up, trying to catch her
breath.
Now she understood what Kyle was talking about. Oh yes, she thought,this
would be a birthday he would not soon forget. Slowly, she stood up, her
stocking feet soaked with the urine under her. All she had to do now was
plan the events.

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