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At about eleven-thirty Sally guided me out of the bar, led me upstairs to the fourth floor and along a narrow corridor to the door of her room. She showed me through and switched on the light, as she seemed absolutely confident about the whole situation, a confidence which, while it left me a little unsure of myself, in some strange way also put me at my ease. For the first time I found myself able to let go of the need to maintain a front, an image. I was the one who had been led, however willingly, into this situation. It seemed suddenly easy to simply let go, to play the role of innocent and to let Sally accept full responsibility for whatever was about to happen. It was a delicious feeling, difficult to explain to someone who may not have experienced it himself.
In the low lighting of her little room she led me with total assurance to the softness of her bed. Her hands stroked soothingly up my thighs under my dress, and without apology caressed the warm, damp prominence of my pussy snuggled demurely inside my shorts. I parted my thighs, obedient to the pressure of her finger-tips, and I felt the gentle, silky touch delve moistly between the soft outer lips, by-passing the tight nip of the elastic around the top of my thigh. Her fingers were electric, tingling me in exactly the right places, but the pleasure was faintly marred by the unwelcome feeling that I was going to have to have a pee quite soon. It was stupid of me not to have thought of it before, but I was definitely going to have to interrupt the proceedings just as I was really beginning to enjoy it.
I whispered hoarsely into her ear that she'd have to "excuse me" for a moment. Naturally she wanted to know why so I told her that I had to pee real bad. I
thought she'd be annoyed at being interrupted, but instead she giggled and said teasingly: "C'mon then. I'll come with you."
She led me to the bathroom which adjoined her bedroom. It was very pretty, pink tiled half-way up the wall and shiny golden taps on the bath. "In here," she said, and instead of letting me go and squat on the toilet seat she edged me towards the bath. I hung back, not understanding her. "Come on," she urged. "We'll have some fun," and she slipped off her shoes and undressed completely except for her panties. Then, while I copied her, wondering where this was leading and having to press my thighs together to keep from peeing, Sally turned on the hot tap and ran a few inches of water into the bath. "Warms it up," she said, and then promptly stepped in and sat down with a splash. I stripped, but left my panties on as she had, and stepped into the bath and was about to sit down when she stopped me. "No, you can't sit down," she said, "because I'm going to play with you, you'll
see." I smiled, mystified, and she explained. "First," she grinned, "you've got to take these off." And she hooked a finger under the elastic of my pants and gave them a yank so that they came part way down. Then, still with a devilish grin on her face, she slid a finger between the very tops of my tight- pressed thighs, outside my knickers, and wiggled it titillatingly until she'd found the tip of my clitty underneath. It felt beautiful, but I had to pull gently away from her as the tickle also brought on the need to pee more urgently than before. "No, please," I said. "Let me pee first." "You're going to," she said, "but not just yet," and she teased my excited pussy as I teetered up onto my toes and wriggled lewdly on the tip of her insistent finger.
My bladder felt as if it were about to burst, and then, to my horror, I felt the first hot seepage deposit itself wetly into my panties. "Oh, Christ!" I said, and felt the flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks, but
Sally giggled again and, with her finger hooked inside the crotch of my panties, she tugged me towards her and stared obscenely at the damp patch as it spread. Then to my amazement, she withdrew her wet and shining finger and passed it, with obvious pleasure, across her lips, the pink tip of her tongue peeping out provocatively.
"Now get `em off," she said thickly, obviously very excited. "Quick, before you waste it." Still very confused, yet fascinated and oddly thrilled by her own obvious excitement, I wriggled my panties down, oozing warm, dribbling pee as I did so, the tiny stream trickling down my thighs and making their soft insides glisten in the light.
Following her directions, I got into the bath and knelt, facing her. Then, as I'd begun to suspect she might, Sally slid down into the few inches of water and slithered between my parted thighs until her head was directly between my legs. Looking down I could see her eyes, wide open with excitement, just beyond the damp curl of my pubic hair. She peered up at me, and her voice was half teasing, half serious. "How long can you hold it?" she asked. I doubted that I could hold it at all, but I said: "A minute, perhaps."
"Couldn't you make it two?" she asked, wheedlingly.
"Oh - all right, I'll - I'll try," and her fingers began stroking me again, up between my thighs, around and under my bottom, then brushing lightly across my cunt and teasing so that I began to tremble with the tension and excitement. My hips began to undulate helplessly as the pleasure mounted deep inside me, and then. with my bladder feeling fit to burst, and my climax only about twenty seconds away, she suddenly stopped. "Make it five," she demanded.
I didn't know what she was talking about. My pussy was crying out for her to go on, to let me finish.
"Five? Five what?" I almost bleated. "Five minutes," she said. "Hang on to your pee for five minutes, or else." "For Christ's sake; Or else what?" "Or else I won't let you cum," she said.
I pleaded with her to go on. She stared up at me, then she lifted her head and licked, very gently, between the lips of my cunt, lingering around the tip of my clitty for a moment before she sank her hair back into the warm water, "Five minutes," she insisted.
I was utterly helpless. I was absolutely dying to pee, but she'd got me so desperately excited that the mere thought of her not making me cum eventually was more than I could bear. Nearly in tears, the emotion choking me, I stutteringly agreed.
"Right then," she said. "Five minutes," and glanced up at a wall clock that I hadn't noticed before.
Then, with her tongue sliding like liquid silver over my poor, throbbing clitty, she teased and tormented me with incredible skill until I was poised on the very brink of orgasm, my hips working with an obscene squirming as she licked and nibbled underneath me. Inevitably, and unavoidably, little spurts of pee escaped me as I struggled not to let go, but Sally seemed not to mind at all, though I whispered my apologies to her. I was amazed to realize a few moments later, she was actually drinking my pee as she moaned in delight.
At one point I thought she'd let me cum. I reached for it, pressing down onto her mouth, but she moved away, knowing what I was trying to do, and then, to make it worse, she began to rake her fingernails up the insides of my thighs, making me flinch away and spatter tiny showers of pee down onto her face and her bare breasts.
"Don't you dare let it go," she said, and then went back to teasing me with her tongue, and I looked up at the clock and saw, incredulously, that there were
still three minutes to go. "For Christ's sake Sally," I squealed. "I just can't hold it in any more." "Yes you bloody can!" she almost hissed. "And you will, if you don't want to blow up from frustration, sweetie !"
And so, desperate beyond measure for the sweetness of the release she was promising me, in both respects, I somehow clung on to my pee, squirming helplessly on her tongue, longing to at least press my thighs together to ease the pressure inside me, but unable even to do that.
Her long nails raked me again, and then, almost the final straw, she began pinching at my bare buttocks and occasionally nipping with sharp teeth at the damp and tender insides of my thighs. I couldn't help it, more splatters of my hot pee splashed uncontrollably down onto Sally, and she nuzzled hard
underneath me, shoving me right back up to the very peak of excitement until at last, after what seemed ages, the clock finally jerked to the five minute
mark.
I squealed in an agony of excitement and distress that the time was up, but Sally had timed it absolutely perfectly. With a last hot flurry of her probing,
teasing tongue, she tipped me over the brink and suddenly I was utterly and completely out of control as my orgasm reached down into my loins and skewered me with a climax such as I had never known before.
In a great pink-tiled haze I was dimly aware that my bladder had at last let go. I could hear my hot, gushing stream drenching Sally, who still probed, drank, and prodded between my legs, and then it flooded musically into the shallow water in the bath. I literally shuddered with the release of both my pent-up pee and bursting ecstasy, and there was a voice screaming in the echoing little room that I then realized was mine.
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