Annie's holiday. (A fantasy story).

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Annie’s Holiday. A fantasy story.
It was Annie’s lunchbreak. She normally walked in the park like this. Today it was hot and sunny, late June. The flowerbeds were in full bloom, and insects hurried to pollenate the open heads. She let another squirt of pee go. It hit the grass between her legs, and the leaf she hit shone, now darker than before.
Her thin white knickers were in her pocket, taken off in the lift on the way out of the office. She was short, with dark hair and green eyes. Her skirt was black, chosen carefully so that wet spots would not show. Annie liked to pee free of restrictions, and was apparently an expert shot for stand-up invisible peeing. She also enjoyed wetting knickers and tights inside her Jeans and savouring the spreading warmth.
She could not really pee her knickers at all in the office, although she wanted to. Her Company operated a hot-desk system, so she never had a desk and chair of her own. She had tried some pee-fun there a few times, but once went too far and ended up with a wet stain on the chair.
She had panicked a bit, then put some papers on her chair and gone to get a coffee. She had stood the cup on her chair and “accidentally spilt it”. ‘Good aim’, she thought, ‘that will sort it’. She did not think anyone would be able to tell what she had really done. She didn’t really care. To be honest, if anyone in the office was able to recognise the smell of her pee through the smell of spilt coffee, it probably would be someone she would want to meet anyway. She had some good ideas of how she would like to be naughty at work, but could not carry them out… yet...
For her Lunch, she bought a hot dog from the stand near the Park gate. No-one was looking, so while the hot-dog seller was talking to her as he lifted the lid on the hot-dog tray, she let go another quick squirt, and thought about him. She missed slightly and her hot pee dribbled down her left leg as far as her knee. He was not bad looking, with a red tee shirt and his hair in blonde curtains. That was partly why she visited him most days. Later when she was home, she would remember him, her hot-dog Adonis. She wondered if the hot dogs were symbolic, but discounted that idea.
She dreamed of a guy like him, pure lust on one level, love and comfort on another. However her passion for pee fun always seemed to complicate things so far. She rarely had the opportunity or the courage to find a guy with whom she could be free. Her past boyfriends had thought her fetish a turn-on for a while, then cooled and moved on as the novelty wore off, some of them leaving her not knowing if they thought she was a freak.
She worked in a call centre in Bradford. She shared and island desk with three others, separated by low screens. She had returned to the office, donned her headset “Gaven and Whiteley good afternoon my name is Annie how may I help you”, she recited. She really hated her job. Most of her colleagues did too, and few ever stuck it beyond three months. She was leaving at the end of the week. She had a new job to go to, starting as a Legal Secretary. But first, she was going on holiday.
She had booked a small cottage near the Cornish coast for a fortnight, just for herself. She was twenty-seven and quite capable of amusing herself. Her Aunt and family were only fifteen minutes away in St Austell, so she would visit them if she wanted company above that she could find for herself in the nightlife of the busy seaside town. Anyway her cousin was up for a bit of clubbing, and a new nightclub had opened this year in a converted seafront Hotel.
Annie walked from her cottage to the beach, in the bright morning sun. She wore a mid-blue swimsuit, a sun hat, and nothing else. Her bag was laden with things she needed; 2 litres of Lemonade, magazines, towels, more towels, shorts, two Bikinis! She was up for some pee fun. Annie liked to go to this beach every year.
Often while she read her books and magazines, and watched the activity, the other people on the beach would have no idea she was wriggling on a thick damp fold in a rolled up towel. She sometimes hired a boogie board and a shortie wetsuit, and went surfing when the waves were good enough. While she was enjoying the waves and the success of catching a free ride to the beach, she sometimes peed as hard as she could in her wetsuit. She liked the feel of bathing for a while in her own hot pee. If she got it just right while laying on her surf board, she could send a warm flood of her own pee through her bush and get it to swirl round her tummy as she flew through the waves. She had never got it as far as her boobs, but she lived in hope.
She had been there three days now. As it was a patrolled surfing beach, there were lifeguards. Yes, she admitted, that was another reason she came here. This year there were four of them; one girl and three guys. There was a beach Café where she bought coffee and food. She considered the lifeguards. The girl was obviously verrrryyy friendly with one of the guys. Although they were professional enough not to openly snog on the beach, it was obvious they were an item. Something about one of the other two guys caught her attention. She was not entirely sure what it was, and studied him discreetly for a while.
She hoped he would follow the same pattern she observed earlier today and yesterday.
The tide was going out, and was by now some 300 metres from the head of the beach. Annie left her stuff and went for a walk. She took a detour along the beach and doubled back. She walked out of sight behind a rock outcrop near the waterline, and she waited, hoping the Lifeguards had not noticed her. The red and yellow flage which marked the safe swimming limit were by now a fair way up the beach and had to be moved.
Her heart pounded as she saw the Lifeguard she had studied set off to move the flags down the beach. She calmed herself and not too obviously, she skirted the rocks to stay out of sight. She watched him walk past with the flag, and plant it firmly in the sand. Then she could hardly believe her eyes. She saw a stream of yellow pee run out of his swimming trunks, black Lycra, and trickle down his legs. She sat up on the corner of the rock outcrop, watching him, about three feet off the ground, with her legs crossed in front of her. He peed more, and a stream gathered round his balls and dropped to the beach. She could only see from behind, but that was enough.
He turned round and froze. He was stunned, and flushed rapidly. She was smiling at him. He spluttered a few words hoping she had not seen him, but he knew it was too late. “And I bet you like to do that in your Jeans too” she said. She was smiling, but smiling kindly, not mockingly. He blushed again, but then regained a little pride and said “yes.. .. actually, I do”. Then she saw his eyes drop. He had noticed something. The rock, dried in the sun, was now changing colour before his eyes. There was a darker line appearing between Annie and the ground. She pulled up her crossed legs and moved her feet apart, so he could see more.
As he followed the line upwards, it drew him to a spreading wet patch, darkening the blue crutch of her swimsuit. She let go some more of her pee. A small spring of hot yellow pee ran out through the panel of her swimsuit, and ran down the rock between her heels. The she let it all go. His obvious excitement at the sight of her pee waterfall running into the wet sand and mixing in the small seawater pool at the base of the rock, was matched by her excitement at his obviously growing erection inside his swimming trunks.
He thought how she looked like a pixie on some sort of toadstool, or maybe Mermaids did really exist?
She thought her dream had come true. Here was a tall guy with perhaps not a six-pack but certainly a good four-pack, Blonde curtains and all, standing infront of her obviously very turned on by her peeing.
They talked for a while. “How did you know?” he asked. He had been into peeing for a few years, and had taken this summer job partly so he could enjoy himself in a way that other jobs couldn’t allow. She said “I guessed about you because it takes one to know one. I noticed you never went up to the loos, I noticed you always put shorts on to go to the Café, but took them off again to go down the beach. I noticed you planted the flags and then stood still for a while. Other things also. Most people would never notice any of that as significant, but I did”.
That evening, Annie was back at her cottage. She laid with her back on a bean bag, in front of the sofa. She had laid several towels out under her. She was going to pee and make it a day to really remember. She sipped her cocktail, taken from a ready-made bottle she bought at the supermarket earlier.
She let another gentle flow of pee go and fingered herself as it trickled into the towel. She wanted to make it last as long as possible. A first splash landed at the top of her right hip, then another at the top of her bush. Then as the flow came on and increased, he directed his jet from side to side across her waistline. His pee ran down the sides of both her hips a little. Then he aimed his strong flow of hot yellow pee right into the hair at the top of her bush. It ran through her hair like a tidal wave through the trees in a disaster movie, only this one was yellow, warm, and a feeling so exquisite like she had dreamed many times before, but now it was for real.
When he finally ran out of pee, she watched the last drops falling from the end of his firming penis. She reached slowly over her left shoulder and searched under the seat cushion of the sofa. She tore the end off the condom packet she had hidden there earlier. Squeezing the teat, she began to roll it down his rock-hard penis, and he did not need asking twice. She stroked his back with two hands, thinking that whoever Adonis was in history, that in her time, today, he was a lifeguard, not a hot-dog seller.
Annie is going to return from her holiday to take up her new job as a legal secretary. If you liked this story, I might write a sequel called “Annie’s new job” to explore what happened next. If I do, it will not be posted until February, so let me know what you thought, and maybe check out next month’s board.
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Better Late Than Never By Tinker, April 1995

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"Gosh, Susan, please stop for a moment. I really need to do it *now*." Ann

sounded insistent. Susan slackened her stride, and looked back over her

shoulder to her friend, who had been complaining that she needed to wee for

the last half hour. She couldn't have chosen a worse place to run into

trouble than this: the big city park wasn't exactly crowded with toilets.

Susan thought that Ann had been a bit silly not to go to the bathroom

before they left Ann's place, like she had done herself, but that did not

help Ann right now. At the first announcements of Ann's need, they had

increased their pace to arrive at her apartment quicker, but it was quite a

distance to cover, and every five minutes Ann complained louder. She had

started to ask if they could stop and hide behind some bushes, but Susan

just snorted. Anyway, they were almost home, she repeated.

It was then that Ann had formed the outrageous idea of just wetting

herself. Just in case she couldn't hold on, she mused, it was a stroke of

luck she was wearing a long skirt. Susan shook her incredulous head, but

Ann had already started to seek a suitable place to relieve herself, and

Susan literally dragged her away from some patches of long grass by some

trees. Only another five minutes. Come on, Ann, hurry!

But this time her friend seemed to be determined. Susan looked at her in

disbelief while Ann went off the path and walked up to a sign describing

the vegetation in the area. "I'll start reading this sign, so it will look

less conspicuous. Just stay there. It'll all be over in no time flat." That

said, Ann brushed her hair out of her face, pulled some wrinkles out of her

sweater, and grabbed her long skirt with both hands to arrange it evenly

around her legs. Ann seemed to be preening herself in front of a mirror! A

bit shy, Susan came closer. "Listen, Ann. Just hold it for five more

minutes. You don't have to pee your clothes, come on! You're not three!

You're *twenty*-three! Don't tell me you are going to wet yourself here and

now. It is such an embarrassment."

Ann swirled around. "Embarrassment for whom? For you? You don't feel what I

feel. I tell you, Susan, I need to *pee*, and I truly cannot hold it any

longer. Do you want me to pee all over the sidewalk when we reach your

apartment? Now *that* would be embarrassing, and not only for me! So shut

up and look another way if you can't stand the sight of it." Ann returned

to the sign and started to read it. "Let's see. One. The larch." Susan felt

her skin prickle when she realised Ann was really going to wee in her

clothes. Without saying a word, she slowly approached her and started to

look around if there were people nearby. Fortunately, there weren't. Ann

was still speaking, but it did not sound like she was reading the sign.

"Two. Save your shoes." With here eyes wide open, Susan saw Ann parting her

feet, and not only a bit. Her firm legs pushed her blue skirt aside, and in

a flash Susan recalled the time her little sister had wet herself when she

was four, standing with her legs widely apart, fascinatedly holding up her

dress and looking down to her panties, a little stream falling down between

her legs.

Ann now was reading the sign again, with her arms firmly crossed over her

chest: "Old oak trees have surrounded this place since... ooohhh... since

the turn of the century. They were regularly... ooohhh... it's coming...

regularly maintained and after the Second World War, an irrigation

system... no! Susan! I am... it comes... I can feel it... I... I'M DOING

IT! I'M DOING IT! God, what a relief." Susan felt herself burning all over

her body now. A strange excitement had taken possession of her, and while

Ann obviously began to wet herself, Susan studied her in great detail. Ann

must be right. Her long skirt would cover up everything she did, and with

her legs apart, nothing could go wrong.

Would her panties already be wet? Susan bit her lip. Did it matter? What

would Ann feel? Relief? A warm glow spreading in her crotch? Why did she

not squat, if necessary without taking off her panties? She saw Ann

straightening her back and pushing her hips a bit forward. She must be wet

now, Susan thought. It could noted she was, something had to

happen. Susan held her breath and looked to Ann's shoes. The hem of her

blue skirt marked the final frontier. If something would happen, it would

come from over there.

Soon, a small trickle appeared between her calves, and Ann really got

caught in the flurry of events, still reading the sign between breathless

gasps. Susan wondered about this. She had expected Ann to become silent and

to blush, and to wet herself in shame. None of this at all. Ann blushed,

alright, but according to her words, it was more out of excitement than

shame. While the stream between Ann's legs remained constant, Susan even

thought she could detect some pleasure in Ann's voice. Pleasure? "Oh God

this feels so nice. But it was high time. A few more minutes and..." And?

And what? Reaching her apartment? Susan looked at her friend, standing on

the lawn with her legs apart and wetting herself for real, and pondered her

puzzled feelings and ideas.

Finally, Ann had emptied herself in her panties, and returned to the

sidewalk. She made a faint footprint. Susan followed wordlessly. Ann raised

an eyebrow. "Why so quiet? Never see someone wet herself? It's no big deal.

Just be glad I didn't try and hold on, only to splash your hall carpet."

Susan shook her head. "Ann, you could have made it. Easily. I have

struggled to get home myself a few times, and never wet my panties. And

believe me, I had to go real bad. I never even saw you squirm; you just

walked over to that sign and then pissed your panties. Admit it." Ann

shrugged. "Maybe I have a smaller bladder than you, or less strength to

hold it." "Maybe. Maybe you just are more careless than me. Or naughtier.

After all, you were right; there's absolutely nothing to see on your

clothes. Can you still feel it?" "Of course I can. I am wet down there, you

bet. As soon as we reach your apartment, I'll hop into your bathroom to

change."

This was exactly what Ann did, and it took her only a few minutes. When she

reappeared in Susan's living room, she looked wonderfully refreshed and

even serene. "Thanks for using your bathroom, Susan. It's all yours now."

Susan got up and went to the door. "I'll take a shower. I've been

sweating." Ann sat down on the couch and picked out a magazine. "I'll wait.

Take your time."

Susan locked the door and started to undress herself. This was a strange

afternoon. She put her clothes on the bench against the wall and turned

towards the shower stall to open the faucets. Oh no, first she wanted to

pee. She sat down on the toilet seat and waited. After two seconds, her

eyes fell upon a plastic bag stuffed away left of the wash box on the

floor. Susan blinked. It could only be one thing. Quickly she got up and

grabbed the bag. Yes, it was what she thought. Ann's spoiled panties.

Apparently she had not even rinsed them in the basin. She did not know why,

but Susan had to take them out of the bag. With trembling fingers, she

carefully pinched the pair of panties on a spot that seemed dry and removed

the bag. There they were, in all their naughty glory: Ann's wet panties,

pale blue except for a big stain in the crotch. Susan held them between

thumbs and index fingers at the waist band and examined the damage.

Actually, it was rather small. Nowhere near the skirt. Smiling, Susan held

the pair of panties in front of her and looked in her mirror. It looked

silly. It also looked very appealing. Just a little experiment. Why not? It

could not do any harm and nobody would ever know.

Susan quickly put Ann's panties back into the plastic bag and opened her

own laundry box. A pair of pink panties seemed perfect for her purpose.

With the panties snugly around her bum, Susan sat down on the pot again and

looked between her legs. Yes, this would work out nicely. No problem at

all. She felt it coming. Susan opened her knees and sighed. How silly this

was. And how funny! With a last push, she managed to prime herself

completely. It was now only a matter of daring to start. Would she?

She blinked. Yes, she would, but couldn't she exploit the opportunity

better? Just sitting on the toilet seemed so dull. Toying around asked for

more. With a smile, she got up and entered the shower stall. Susan squatted

down and again looked between her knees. This was much more fun! Now it was

reato keep it in while playing at hide-and-seek, squatting like this for what

seemed like hours. Strange that she never had even thought about letting it

go under her skirt. It would have been no problem at all. Yes, she would do

it now. Quickly her pee came up again, and Susan started to count down from

five. At zero, it would be Wet Panties for her. Five. Four. Three. Two.

At one, she stopped. Squatting? Dammit. Ann hadn't been squatting. She had

been standing up. A bit unsure, Susan rose to her feet and tried it out.

Standing in the shower stall with her panties on and her feet a bit apart

made her feel quite excited, and she almost started right there. But no.

Now her fantasies really ran away with her. Susan went to the wash box

again and took out a skirt that she had thrown in a few days ago. Quickly

she stepped into it. Yes, this would do it. A bit tight, maybe, but what

the heck. Her sweater still was on the bench. Quickly she dressed and

stepped inside the stall again. With her feet tightly together, she looked

into the mirror. Just the normal Susan. Trembling, she parted her legs,

just as she had seen Ann do it. Her skirt wouldn't allow more than about

one foot between her feet, and she could almost feel her panties showing

through it. Lines, you know. Damn. This skirt wouldn't do. She needed a

long, loose skirt. Or... suddenly, a flash went through her mind. Yes. That

would be it. The Ultimate. It would be so naughty and so exciting, she

couldn't think of anything else any more.

Susan left the stall and undressed again. With a towel wrapped under her

arms, she unlocked the door and walked through the living room to her

bedroom. Ann looked up but said nothing. In her bedroom, Susan went through

some old stuff, looking for something special that she had not ever dreamt

of using again. And certainly not in this way. A few years ago, she had

been member of the local cheerleading team. Nothing special, just hopping

about a bit at a match every two weeks, you know. Being part of the circus.

Unlike other years, the girls were allowed to keep their uniforms since the

team's colours had changed. Susan had carefully put the clothes in a box

and never looked at them again. But here they were. She also picked up her

normal pair of sneakers, and hiding everything under the towel, Susan

walked back to the bathroom. No need to lock the door; Ann this time did

not even look up.

Carefully, Susan unrolled the bundle of clothes. It was a very flashy

outfit, completely orange except for the panties. Nice design. It was a

little dress, not a skirt with a sweater. Quickly Susan slipped into it.

The uniform panties were also there. Black. Yes, black. As if made for

this. Her socks and sneakers were just her normal garments. Soon, Susan

looked into her mirror and complimented herself with her appearance. The

dress was very short, but covered her panties well and her legs were not

too bad anyway. She hiked it up and examined her panties. Nice contrast,

she thought. Courageous design. She remembered how it felt to walk around

in such a revealing outfit, and smiled. Somehow, it seemed to be less

challenging to wear a flashy cheerleader uniform than to wear the same

dress to, say, the disco. As a cheerleader, it was allowed and even

expected for you to wear something like this. As a normal girl, it would be

considered extremely challenging and lead to trouble. How strange.

It was high time to go with it now. Susan stepped into the stall and turned

around. With her dress still hiked up, she started to relax. Yes, relax: no

need to push any more. Just before it came, she decided to let her dress

drop down and enjoy the feeling of going wet in private. Looking at her

staining panties was something she could do next time. Now, she would just

do what she should have done years ago. Susan firmly put her legs apart,

this time not hampered by her clothes, and looked into the mirror. A real

cheerleader would only take such a pose with her hands on her hips, she

thought, and immediately acted upon it. This felt great. Her feet in

sneakers did not get cold on the enamel, her socks were clearly there, she

could feel her dress touching her thighs, everything was in place. She

co would have cheered. Oh, this was great!

And now for the Grand Finale. Under her little skirt something happened.

Susan could feel it coming. There was no way back now. She was going to pee

in her panties. Susan took a deep breath and let Nature decide for her. A

moment later, her panties were not dry any more. Slowly but steadily, a

little trickle started to work its way out, and Susan could feel her

panties soaking up the liquid and spreading it downwards. It was

unbelievable. Here she was, wearing her full cheerleader outfit, and she

was wetting herself like a baby. But with immensely more fun. She was in

heaven. A warm glow spread in her crotch while her little dress covered it

all up. She wanted to scream but did not dare. Instead, she threw her arms

into the air and pressed hard. Her black panties popped out from under her

dress and winked at her. It was all she needed.

With a hard bang, Ann stormed in and yelled: "Do you know who won the

big... wow!" Stunned, she looked at her girlfriend, standing in the shower

stall in some kind of cheerleader uniform, with her legs widely apart and

apparently engaged in something exciting given her deep-red cheeks. Ann

immediately took in the situation and mumbled: "Sorry Sue, I'll go away."

Susan said nothing. She quickly lowered her arms, covering up her panties

again, and desperately tried to find a way out. But And Ann did not go. She

quietly looked at Susan, at her face, her uniform, her pose, and concluded

that there was only one explanation of the situation.

"Are you wet already?" she simply asked. A single drop noisily falling down

on the enamel answered her question. Susan quickly pulled her legs back

together, but the harm had already been done, and another small drop worked

its way down her left leg. Ann smiled. "I see. You just started. It must

feel wonderful, and that under such a nice dress. Do you want to continue?"

Susan said nothing and toyed with the hem of her little orange dress. Ann

could see that she pressed her thighs together. "Of course you want to

continue. Well, I won't stop you. Just take your pose again and go on. Such

an opportunity should not be skipped. Come on, let's see some cheerleader

spirit!" Susan swallowed and felt cornered. Yes, she wanted to continue.

Very much. In fact, she was almost peeing herself involuntarily now. And

her panties were wet already. And Ann obviously knew what she had been up

to. Alright then. She took a deep breath, and feeling childish and stupid,

Susan parted her legs for the second time. This simple movement sent all

kinds of excited feelings up her spine. Her orange dress neatly flowed over

her thighs again, soft and arousing. This time, her hands would not leave

her hips. And her panties would stay covered. But not dry. Oh no.

Ann was delighted when she saw her friend taking her pose again. "Go on

then. Let it come. Let your panties have it all. Do it now!" Susan moaned

and gave up her struggle. She closed her eyes and allowed it to begin. With

a gush, all her pent-up pressure released and very soon there was a very

wet cheerleader standing in the shower. A river flowed through her panties

and Susan could feel the thin, smooth fabric spreading the warmth to almost

everywhere. She did not even care about her dress any more. Ann was almost

as excited as Susan and shuddered at the thought of her own first time in

her uniform. Susan did not think at all. She just wanted to get her panties

as wet as possible and deeply enjoyed every drop as it passed over her

sensitive skin, into her panties, down to her crotch, and finally left the

moist fabric between her legs, giving her a last trickle when it splattered

onto the enamel and scattered into a thousand little droplets stippling her

calves. Susan was a quick student. She only needed a moment to learn how to

wet herself in the most pleasurable way possible. And it showed. With her

legs widely apart and her hands securely on her hips, Susan bent her knees

a little and thoroughly soaked herself under her dress. If Ann had not been

wearing a long skirt, she would have started to masturbate on the spot. And

now she regretted the fact that she had been so stupid to spend all her

precious liquid in the park.

Susan kept weeing in her pantiesmirror.

Ann quickly stepped aside. Susan saw her last drops leave her underwear,

and sighed. "Oh Ann, it was so nice, I almost can't believe it." She put

her legs together again and pulled her dress a bit further down. "It feels

so good, I just wonder why I did not try this earlier. Look at me! Here I

am, wearing the shortest of skirts possible, and nobody can see anything of

what I just did!" She twirled around on the slippery surface and giggled.

After her show, Susan reluctantly left the stall and dried her legs a bit

with the towel that Ann handed her. Damage control time. Hiking up her

dress, Susan discovered that practically nothing showed in her black

panties. She indeed could have pulled this stunt on the field. Ann mumbled

something about unfair colour usage and stupid combinations, but did not

make any other comments about Susan's behaviour. Still a bit shy, Susan

asked Ann if it would be okay with her if she could wear her uniform for a

little longer, just to see how it felt. She would understand it if Ann

thought it was strange, sick, or even dirty. But Ann shook her head. "No,

Susan, please keep it on. You were right. It was no complete accident, when

I wet my panties in the park. I could have made it, easily. I just did not

want to. And you now know why. Welcome to the club."

Susan blinked. "Club? You mean... " Ann nodded: "Yes, we are not the only

girls in town who like to do this. I'll introduce you to some of my

friends. You'll be amazed."

They had a memorable night out after that.

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