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DARREN and MICHELLE Darren Faces Pam By Peter Love, December 1996

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Posted by wettrix on July 24, 1999 at 03:08

The following literature is purely fictional. It represents a particular fantasy of mine which involves a male & female couple who are meeting for the first time.
The couple could be anyone worldwide who have been communicating over the Internet and share the same WS / Desperation interests.

Mid June. 12:00 Midday

We arrive in separate cars and meet in a car park which leads to a public country park.

I have brought a picnic hamper which contains plenty of chilled drinks. We hold hands and walk into the park following the footpath both drinking from a chilled of bottle of Bud.

You are wearing a light summer dress without a bra. Your tight silky figure hugging white panties are complemented by a pair of very sheer & shiny hold up stockings. (My choice)

I ‘m wearing a white short sleeve shirt, tight faded jeans without pants. (Your choice).

While we are walking, you inform me that you haven’t been to the toilet for some time, and you don’t think that you can wait to reach the public loo’s. I tell you to "hold on, the toilets are just another 10 minutes walk away".
We carry on walking, and all the time I am aware that you are trying to walk whilst squeezing your upper thighs together.

We finally reach the "Ladies" and your pace speeds up as we approach the building.
"Oh shit" you shout, "They’re closed for maintenance".

We walk back down the path and you’re body tenses. Without notice, and while you’re still walking, you let out a dribble of pee into your knickers.
The warm breeze blows between your legs, and you feel your warm piss gently trickling down between your legs. Your stockings absorb some of your pee whilst the remainder trickles down your legs into your shiny white shoes.

We walk on and drink another bottle of beer.

We find a wooden bench which is situated on the public walkway.
I sit down and you straddle my legs facing me. We embrace arms and kiss for the first time.

Whilst we’re kissing you feel a warm flood materialising from under your soft sheer legs. I am peeing into my jeans. Our kissing gets more passionate as you place your hand over my crutch and feel my warm piss cascading out of my cock. and flooding through your shaky fingers.
Whilst you are doing this, you also flood your panties for me and I slowly move my hand up your already damp legs, and cup your golden fountain which is spraying out from your satin clad vulva.

We are oblivious to any voices and passers by.

We both finish peeing and move on to find a secluded spot to sit and have lunch.

You sit opposite me with your knees up and gently lying back on your hands.
I can see straight up between your now soaked stocking clad legs and my eyes rest upon your drenched knickers.
By this time, my prick is rock hard which prevents me from peeing any more.

You let out a little moan and I see your legs begin to twitch. You utter the simple word
"Watch….." I stare straight up your flimsy dress to see your tight panties begin to bulge with your concealed amber fluid.

Eventually the silky material gives way and a stream of pee directs out from your soft gusset and arcs upwards into the air.
You reach down and pull the side of your knickers across your swollen cunt.

I reach out and cup your flowing nectar with my hand and if by instinct, I bring my hand to my mouth and taste your golden drink.

Whilst still peeing, you replace your silky gusset back over your sweet cunt and your fingers begins to rub your now enlarged clit through your saturated knickers.

I kneel up before you and unbutton my jeans. I lower them over my thighs and you get to see my cock for the first time.

I hold my prick and point it towards your streaming cunt. Your fingers are still rubbing tiny circles over your panties and the wet shiny material feels wonderful over your erect clit.

"I’m about to come.." you whisper, not stopping your finger action.
With that, my cock ejects a stream of piss directly onto the front of your knickers. You remove your soaked fingers, and push your knickered crutch closer to my piss stream and I direct my flow directly onto your clit.
You scream out "Don’t Stop, I’m Coming now" whilst my piss still flows and mixes together with your sweet pee.
Its now running down and under the crack of your arse, down your legs, through your cotton dress and secretes into the thirsty warm grass below your body.

You let out a scream and your body goes tense. Your head falls backwards and you roll your eyes upwards and keep repeating "oh my god, oh my god". My flow starts to recede, I grab my prick and start pumping it towards your sodden cunt.
"I’m coming too" I shout, "I’m going to come all over you". You lay back and open your legs wide staring excitedly at my jerking hand. I wank my cock directly over your soaking knickers. "Yes…NOW!!" I shout. With that my prick ejects hot spunk directly onto the crotch of your knickers.
You move your hand over the front of your panties and mix my spunk and piss with your own self made juices.

"Now,… lick me…..here…." you say, as you brush your index finger gently over your now visible swollen cunt lips. I crawl between your legs and start sucking greedily on your silky clad cunt.

While I’m lapping up our combined juices, I hear a faint hiss which is followed by a warm trickle running down my lips and into my hungry mouth.

Naughty girl, you are peeing in your knickers again. I lap your piss up and start sucking your throbbing clit quenching my thirst from your refreshing warm piss. You come again, thrusting your cunt into my open mouth.
We collapse into each others arms both panting and shaking with orgasmic satisfaction.
We kiss, and you get to taste your own piss which has soaked into my lips and side of mouth.

You lay me back and pull up my wet jeans. You kiss my now deflated cock with your sweet mouth. You then start to lick down the shaft of my prick and continue down finishing at my wet salty pee soaked balls.
Your tongue retraces its tracks and you take the hole of my cock into your mouth.
You lick the head of my cock and suck out the remaining traces of my spunk and piss.

My cock starts to rise again and you look at me and smile…"Another time.." you say teasingly. "….I’ve got to get back now".
You zip me up and then remove your knickers. I see your cunt in detail for the first time. Its perfect. The hairless soft mound is a perfect vision of beauty that will stay with me forever.
"A souvenir of our first time together" you softly say, whilst handing me your saturated and now transparent knickers. I run them slowly over my face and inhale our combined love juices and pee.

You straighten your dress which clings to your wet lower body. It too has become see through and your stockings and beautiful arse are clearly visible underneath.

A small dog comes running up to us and starts to sniff around your cunt.
"Down boy" you say laughing and with that a young couple walk by and call the dog back. They smile and say "hello" whilst staring at our wet clothes. They slowly walk past us whispering and giggling to each other. We get up, and start to follow them down towards the footpath back to the car park.

As we stroll along, the young couple keep looking back at us and smiling.
Suddenly you squeeze my hand. "Look…." you gasp in excitement, "….She’s wetting herself"

Sure enough, a trickle of pee was running down from under her skirt which ended up making a wet trail in front of us upon the dusty footpath.
We hear them giggle, and the young couple change direction and head off into the woods with their inquisitive terrier following.
As we walk past them they both turn to us and give a little wave. "Bye" she smiles sexily and they disappear into the woods.

Wow…..Had they been watching us perform ? This makes us feel even more excited to think that a pair of total strangers had enjoyed watching us piss all over each other and suck our juices dry.

We walk back to the car park in our soaked clothes. People are staring at us, but we are far to contented and exhausted to be worried. It added to our thrill.

"See you again ?" you softly say. "I’ll email you soon" I reply "Next time, you decide where you want to perform"

We each get into our respective cars, blow each other a loving kiss and drive away in opposite directions.

To be continued………..

Your comments would be welcome.

From wettrix. email: john@tech60.freeserve.co.uk

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Samantha by Paul, July 1996

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Hello there. I’ve been a fan of ‘accidents’ for some time now, and
never pass up a chance to steer a situation towards a possible problem.
This happened to me with a girlfriend of mine I was seeing at the tender
age of twenty-five. She was twenty-four at the time, and we had been going
strong for about three weeks, although I’d known her since schooldays. Her
name was Sam, and we got on like a house on fire in bed, though we hadn’t
really explored anything other than what I’d call ‘normal’ sex yet. There
was a good foundation, though, with lots of enthusiasm and openness on 
both sides. I certainly hadn’t yet broached the subject of what really
turns me on: a desperate situation or actual accident.

     Anyway, one Saturday we had planned to go to the local town to get
some shopping, and I picked her up at her flat at about noon.  I had
mentioned lunch when we arranged it, so we stopped a couple of miles out
of town for something to eat in a pub.  This only took us about half an
hour, just a quick sandwich, and all she had to drink was a half pint of
lager and lime to my pint. Towards the end of our drinks, though, the
thought crossed my mind that perhaps if I rushed this last bit, and got
her out of the pub before she could think of using the ladies’ room,
something might develop. I always think it’s worth trying something like
this, even if it only prompts the lady concerned to ask you to find her a
toilet... at least it brings the subject up in conversation.

     We were laughing and joking and really getting on well, and I picked
up my pint, drank the last two inches, put my arm around her shoulders and
said, ‘Come on, let's get this shopping done, I could do with the fresh air!’

    There didn’t seem to be any thought at all in her mind to use the
ladies’ room, and I didn’t know whether to treat this as good news or bad.
Still, back we went to the car, and drove to the underground car park which
services the main shopping centre. There is a precinct above, and a main
square with more shops adjoining it, with most of the area being under 
cover.

      As we surfaced in the precinct I began to say ‘I wouldn’t mind going to 
the bookshop first.’

     Sam had actually started to speak at the same time, and as she pointed to 
the other side of the mall I heard her say, ‘In a minute I’d better...’   
before she realized I was talking.

     I guessed she was pointing to the toilets, and was going to express her 
need, but it was an excellent opportunity to ignore what she had said by 
pretending not to have heard. I said nothing, and on we progressed to the 
bookshop. We had different interests in the way of books, which allowed me 
to stand browsing in a different part of the shop and observing her. She 
started out fine, but after a while I could see she wasn’t comfortable 
standing still, and after twenty minutes she had sidled over twice to see if I 
was nearly finished. Of course, it suited me fine to have her wait, and I 
didn’t hurry over my choices at all. It was now obvious that she couldn’t 
concentrate at all on the books, and not wishing to make my intentions too 
obvious, we went to pay for what we had bought. Sam reached the counter 
first, and I watched carefully. Standing behind her I could see she had all of 
her weight on one leg, and was obviously tensed, not wanting to jig around 
at all in front of the salesman, yet very uncomfortable about standing so 
still. She almost snatched her change from him, and didn’t wait for me 
before heading for the door, turning and saying ‘See you out here...’

     I saw her turn to the right of the shop, and go out of sight. I dreaded her 
finding a toilet nearby, so I quickly paid, and headed for the door myself. 
She was leaning on the wall next to the shop window. I burst outside and 
headed off to the left, pretending to look for her, because I knew that the 
precinct toilets were in the other direction. She must have seen me heading 
off, because I heard her heels start to click on the concrete after me.

    ‘Paul...just a minute...you have no idea how much I need a loo right 
now, I nearly burst in there!’ She shifted from one foot to the other,  ‘I know 
you want to go to the department store, but can I go over there first?’

     She pointed back to the toilets...  ‘It’s getting to be an emergency!’

    ‘Oh,’ I said, ’I didn’t realize... you’d be better off going into the store, 
it’s nearer, come on!’

    This, of course, was not the truth, and I knew the toilets in the 
department store were on the fourth floor. It looked nearer, though, and she 
knew she had to start walking soon, in any direction, to avoid looking 
conspicuous with her dancing.  We set off, and on entering the store were 
presented with a large store plan in front of us. Glimpsing at it as we 
passed, I remarked, ‘The luggage department is on the first floor, so if we 
go up the escalator to there I can look for my bag while you get the 
lift up to the fourth, where the toilets are.’

    The escalator was straight ahead of us, and I think it was a relief to Sam 
that she could walk up it, rather than stand still again in a lift. Anyway, she 
made no comment, so I assumed she agreed with what I had said. My blood 
was pounding by now, this was turning out to be much better than expected! 
More luck came my way now, because as I thought, she didn’t really want to 
go on without me, and as the lifts were the other side of the store, she 
abruptly sat down on a stool in the luggage department, smiled up at me, 
and said: ‘God, do me a favour, will you? Don’t hang around!’

    By now I couldn’t concentrate either, and I thanked God I didn’t need to 
go myself.  I delayed my browsing as long as I could, until I thought from 
her rocking to and fro that she would get up and run if I left it any longer.  

    I then announced that there was nothing I liked. ‘Good, then let’s get 
out of here, I’m nearly wetting myself!’ she laughed nervously.

    My heart started to race again with those words, and I hoped something 
else would crop up to cause a delay. I, certainly, was out of ways to hold her 
up any longer if I didn’t want it to be obvious what I was doing.      

     I had been in situations like this before, and it’s at about this point when 
I thought she was going to make it after all, and I certainly started to get 
ready for an anti-climax.  Sam seemed more comfortable after a sit-down, and we
walked through various departments towards the lifts. As we got close, though,
she slowed slightly and performed a slight curtsey.

     ‘My God, it’s come back, I’m worse than before!’

     There was no attempt at jocularity in her manner now, she was definitely 
panicked! With a sinking feeling I saw that the lift was there and waiting 
for us, and I started to wonder what the chances were of it breaking down or 
something... anything to delay!  There were two women and a man already 
inside, and we got straight in. Just to drag things out I hesitated for a 
moment before pressing the fourth floor button, and the man took the 
opportunity to reach out and hit the button marked ‘Ground’!  I could have 
shaken his hand! 

     Sam almost gasped when she saw, and I tried to look as sympathetic as I 
could. I shrugged my shoulders, but Sam went into a kind of tense stance, 
gripping her handbag, her shoulders rigid. She was facing me, and the look 
in her eyes spoke volumes about her predicament. Embarrassment and fear 
were in them, and she looked at me imploringly. There was nothing I could 
do though, and I glanced at the two women, who had stopped talking and 
I’m sure had detected that something was amiss. Sam silently mouthed to 
me, ‘Come on...come on...’  

     As the lift jolted to a halt she shot out, and I followed quickly to keep 
pace. Straight out of the doors into the square she walked, and I asked her 
where she was going. ‘Back to those toilets....’

      She was quite upset with herself by now, (remember we didn’t know 
each other that well yet), and I almost felt sorry for her.  We had come out 
of another exit, though, away from the toilets, and as I opened my mouth to 
tell her this she realized herself. A girl definitely finds some relief in 
walking along....it seems to be really difficult for them when they are 
forced into a lack of motion. I swear Sam could have walked right back 
through the store to certain relief if only she didn’t have to stop moving.  
The urgency had obviously faded a bit, and she was anxious to regain some 
of her dignity, I think. She said, ‘Oh, shit..you’re joking! Can we walk 
back?’ 

      She had a nervous smile back on her face now that she was walking, 
though I’m sure she was making light of how seriously she needed to go, 
trying to make a sort of joke about it. I suggested that the Men’s shop I 
wanted to visit had a toilet, and it was just around the corner.  She made a 
show of appreciating my concern for her (if only she knew!) and took my 
arm.  ‘OK then, straight ahead!’ she said, smiling a bit more.

       I was almost certain I didn’t remember a toilet in this shop, and could 
only hope she would be too embarrassed to ask to use the staff’s.  As we 
entered I told her to go and speak to them, though, and went off towards a 
rack of denims. I kept one ear open as I picked  some jeans, but couldn’t 
hear anything. So as I headed for the changing room I was delighted to see 
she was sitting down on a seat alone. 

      ‘Great, isn’t it? No help at all, he wasn’t...seriously, though, Paul,
are you going to be long? I’ve never wanted to go this badly...we’ll have to
go straight round to the loos, or I’ll embarrass you, I tell you!’

      ‘Right, I’ll just make sure these fit, then we’re away.’  I headed off to 
the changing cubicles, which were totally empty, and found one from where 
I could peek out into the shop. It was awkward, but I could just see her legs, 
crossed tightly as they were, sticking out from behind a wall, up about as far 
as the hem of her skirt, say mid thigh.  I didn’t try on the jeans, because I 
wanted to be in a position to go straight out if I had to. At the time I thought 
it was worth buying them anyway, even if they didn’t fit, if it gave me the 
chance to delay some more. (Cruel, aren’t I?)

      There ensued around five minutes of shifting in her seat, and her legs 
crossed and uncrossed more and more. My mouth was unbelievably dry with 
excitement, and my trousers had a huge bulge. I was tempted to touch 
myself believe me, it wouldn’t have taken much!   She suddenly stood, so I 
grabbed the jeans and came out of the cubicle. 

     ‘These are fine, I would have asked you in to see them, but I thought you 
were more comfortable sitting,’ She said urgently, ‘I’m not comfortable 
doing anything at the moment!’ she was almost cross. ‘Pay for those, I’ll be 
outside.’

     Out she went, almost hobbling. I got the cash out as fast as I could and 
paid, and I could see her pacing outside the shop. Surely she couldn’t hold 
out much longer?

     I am well aware from my own experience of being ‘caught short’ that the 
urge comes in waves. These get worse and worse each time, until presumably
your muscles will give way.(I’ve been close, but it’s never happened.)  Sam
had such a look of sheer panic on her face through the window that I was
really hopeful something would happen. My penis was straining against my pants,
and at the back of my mind I remember worrying a bit about anyone noticing.

     I thanked the salesman, who had observed Sam’s behavior and had his 
eyebrows raised, and walked quickly outside.  She started off around the 
corner as soon as I came out, and only when I hurried to draw level with her 
did I see that she was nearly in tears.  ‘Paul, for God’s sake come on or I’ll 
piss myself!’

      For a moment there was no-one who could see us as we rounded the 
corner. Her eyes darted towards a niche next to a shop, and I realized she 
was actually so desperate she was considering going there!

     Sure enough... ‘Quick, do you reckon I could just drop my knickers and 
go a bit there?’ she gasped as she clicked along, not daring to slow.  Well, 
I suppose so, it’s only about a hundred yards to the toilets, though...!

     ‘You don’t get it do you?’ she protested angrily,  I... CAN’T... WAIT... 
ANY... MORE!’ She was taking the opportunity to bend almost double as she
walked, but someone at last came round the corner and put paid to her idea
of going there. I took her arm as she straightened, and carried on. I was 
as sure of myself as I could be now. We were walking fast now, and she was 
very frantic.

      ‘I can’t believe I let myself get like this. I’m GOING to go!!!’ she 
wailed, and shot me a frantic sidelong glance. She had her hands clasped 
around her bag against her tummy, walking stiffly.

      ‘I just can’t hold this...’ shaking her head, ‘I’m gong to piss in my 
knickers like a kid... Paul, I’m sorry!’

      She was tearful now, sobbing as we went along. Her pace slowed slightly
all of a sudden, and she gritted her teeth and said under her breath, ‘Just
keep walking... I’m... Oh God, Oh God.  I can’t stop it, don’t look!’ As she
bit her lip in her pain I of course had to glance down as we walked, and sure
enough her stockings had drips on, some turning to small rivulets on the
inside of her thighs. She was wailing, ‘Oh, Oh. I’m going to piss myself. I
can’t help it, it’s going everywhere!’

      We finally got to one of those trees which appear to have grown out of 
the concrete, and she snatched her arm away and leant her back against it. 
She just carried on helplessly peeing down between her legs and soaking her 
stockings. The dozen or so people in this part of the complex were ignored  
for a time, until she seemed to get it all under a bit of control. She was 
crying softly, though, and she looked at me and just said, ‘..My shoes..’

     I looked. There was only a smallish puddle, so I suppose most of what 
she had released so far had run down into her high heels. Anyway, she wanted
to get away from the scene quickly, so we walked and hobbled around and down
to the Car Park, with me making what comforting noises I could. I was
speechless with excitement, though, and I think she started to see this.

    ‘Er... are YOU OK?’ she said.

     The car park was deserted, and as we went around the back of my car I 
just couldn’t resist it. I remember mumbling something about it really 
turning me on, and, vaguely wondering how she’d take it, I unzipped 
myself. Released, I burst out from my boxer shorts, and to this day I never 
remember feeling so huge and engorged. I held myself, pretty sure we were 
unable to be seen. Sam, as I thought, was adventurous enough not to mind. 
In fact, it seemed to electrify her.  She had been standing with her hand in 
her crotch, obviously still feeling pressure from her bladder, and to my 
delight she now began rubbing, absolutely wide-eyed as she stared down at 
what I was doing.

     ‘My God, Paul, you’re making yourself come’ her voice was now thick
with lust. ‘I’ve never seen a boy do this... go on... go on...’

       She quickly rammed her hand up inside her skirt, and started to slowly 
frig. I couldn’t see anything under there, but hardly needed any more 
turning on. I remember feeling really wanton, and I suppose to try and repay 
the terrific turn-on this girl had given me I pulled my boxer shorts right 
down, cupped my balls with my other hand, and made sure she could clearly 
see what I was doing.  She was gasping and moaning as she watched me, 
and I just couldn’t hold it back any more. Great gobs of sperm shot out of 
me, and spattered on the ground.  

      My orgasm over, I was left feeling slightly silly, and started to worry 
again about someone seeing us. The area remained deserted, however, and I 
covered myself up, moved over, and kissed Sam. She placed her free hand 
on my shoulder, moved her legs slightly apart, and continued to masturbate 
while we kissed. Her breathing quickly became much heavier, and soon she 
shuddered to her own climax.  Taking her hand out from her knickers, she 
giggled and said, ‘This hand’s absolutely filthy... it’s soaked with pee and 
loads more!

      She placed her bag on the boot of my car, took a tissue out, and 
demurely wiped her hand.  Before we got back into the car she squatted 
behind it and relieved herself completely, and on the way home she 
confessed that although she had hated wetting her knickers and being so 
desperate (she hadn’t, at the time, realized what it was doing to me) she 
had been fantastically aroused by the result.  She was even slightly amused 
by my own confession about how I had been trying to guide her into just that 
predicament.

       There were two or three more of these memorable times with Sam, and 
although they were contrived, that didn’t really lessen the impact of seeing 
her dance around and loose control of herself.  I shall continue in another 
story...