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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Bottled Water byTheEnglishWriter©

I walked in & casually scanned the occupants, pondering who might make good company, or if I'd be better off on my own. Over to the side there was a lady on her own, and quite attractive. On her own though. Maybe the book in her hand was a guard. Certainly no-one was going to catch her eye, but maybe that's what she preferred. Fortune favours the brave, I reminded myself as I sauntered over.

There was nothing unusual about her having a bottle of water on her table, even if she was not drinking from it, there being a glass of wine in her hand. What piqued my curiosity were the two others in her bag. I'm like that. I notice things. I also noticed that all three bottles lacked their labels. Refilled with tap water, maybe?

In situations like this, you always need an ice breaker, and water seemed as good as any.

"Do you drink a lot of water then?"

She looked up. "No more than anyone else, I imagine."

"You seem to have a plentiful supply, that's all."

"They're not for me. They're for the person I'm going to meet."

"You expecting him to be thirsty then?"

"I do hope not. But just in case, I have water for him."

She was enigmatic, but perfectly friendly. And attractive too, which was why I'd started this conversation, though I now felt I was getting out of my depth. Still, sink or swim.....

"May I sit here?"

"Please, be my guest." She had an enchanting smile. And I was still very curious about her water.

"I wouldn't be taking someone's chair?" I questioned. "Only before, you mentioned meeting someone."

"Oh, there's no date or anything. It's just in case I do meet someone. I do seem to meet people often."

That didn't surprise me. "You've met me."

She smiled at this. "Yes, I have, haven't I?"

"But you haven't offered me any water."

"I don't know if I want to yet."

"OK. While you're deciding, I'm going to get a drink. Would you like something? More wine, maybe? Or something different?

"A glass of white please."

I returned with my beer, her wine, plus an empty glass. Now it was her turn to ask questions.

"Who's the empty glass for then?"

"Me, if or when you've decided I'm worthy of your water. Is it holy water or something?"

She smiled with me. "No, it's just tap water. But water's good for you, isn't it?"

"It is indeed. My Dad always said, 'if you don't drink you'll die...'"

"He sounds a wise man."

"He was indeed. Though he was mostly referring to alcohol. He made his own, didn't want to see it wasted."

She opened her bottle and poured some into the empty glass. And more, filling it, right to the brim, some even slopping over the rim.

"Oh my, I've spilt some", she said, with a coquettish smirk. She held my eye, smiling, and I was now getting an idea of where this might be going. The idea of some spillage, with her, was actually turning me on.

"Now drink it, and don't spill any!" she commanded. Seems I was wrong about the spillage.

I'd already drunk most of my beer, though she'd hardly touched her wine.

"Another beer?"

"Sure, thanks. Though if I keep drinking this quickly I'll be running to the loo every five min...."

"Don't!" she interrupted, just a little too quickly. She suddenly looked flustered, and stared at the table.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling concerned.

"I'll get your drink. Wait there." I was going nowhere, I was now completely intrigued.

She came back with two glasses, though unlike the ones I'd brought, both of these were full. While she'd been away I'd finished my beer, but now had another, plus a glass of water before me.

"I've not had a lady try to get me drunk before", I quipped.

"Not drunk, just full. I'd like you to drink a lot, just a lot of liquid."

"I see. You're doing pretty well so far. What do you hope to get out of it?"

"Can't you guess?"

I thought. And thought some more. "I can't, tell me." I trusted my puzzled expression showed that I wasn't bluffing. I really had no idea why she wanted me to drink so much, but not get drunk.

"I guess you've not done it before," she said enigmatically.

"I guess not, whatever it is. But I'm intrigued now. So tell me."

Her expression was earnest, and I had the feeling that somehow I was now going to be put to the test. She took my hands in hers and asked, "What do you think about when you pee?"

I stared at her for a moment. And thought about my hands in hers. Her small & soft hands. That was very forward, wasn't it? I wasn't thinking so much about my answer, instead why she might be asking. "Just peeing, I guess. I don't think I've ever thought about what I was doing, when I was doing it. Except maybe sometimes relief. Y'know, when you're busting, and you've had to wait. That's a nice feeling, isn't it?"

"Seems a terrible waste though, doesn't it?"

"What, the pee? I suppose so. I've not thought about it like that. What else could you do with it except pee it away?"

"Well, I can think of a use."

"You gonna tell me?"

She looked around furtively, but said nothing. Instead, she pulled her bag onto her lap & took out a pen. Then fumbled some more through it, and eventually took out a napkin. She wrote on it, shielding her words with her hand, then slip it across the table, her hand still obscuring the words. Slowly she withdrew her hand, leaving the napkin in front of me. On it she'd written, 'I WANT TO DRINK YOUR PISS'. I read it again, mouthing the words silently in my head. 'I want to drink your piss'. Now that was a first, no-one had ever asked me to do that before. But as I thought about it, thought about doing it to her, an image came into my mind. Her on her knees before me, my cock in her mouth, her holding it there, me holding her head tightly as my piss flowed out, into her mouth, she drinking it as quickly as she could, and what she couldn't drink running out of her mouth and over her breasts in a golden shower. Damn! That turned me on. I looked at her, across the table, and she looked back at me.

I leaned forward, and said "Come closer, I want to say something." She leaned forward too. "Closer", I said, and we both leaned closer till we were within whispering distance of each other.

Very slowly and quietly I said to her, "I want to piss in your mouth too. I do now, that's for sure. I'm going to flood it, there'll be so much piss that you won't be able to keep up, it will run out of your mouth, down your chin & over your tits. And when I've emptied myself, I'm going to keep my cock in your mouth, I'm going to hold your head there and fuck your mouth, and you're going to suck me, until I give you your dessert. And if that runs out of your mouth too, even better. Is that what you had in mind?"

She turned her head towards mine, and her lips brushed my ear as she spoke.

"Exactly. Finish your beer."

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byTheEnglishWriter

Monday, August 5, 2013

Pissing Away a Weekend Ch. 01 byJerrycurious©

Barb jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. She didn't think she had ever had to pee so bad in her life. She plopped down with urine starting to flow even before she had actually touched the seat. She groaned, relaxing and letting it flow. The hissing of her flow seemed almost obscene. Barbara and Tom had made pissing a part of their sex life for a number of years now. They had never become involved in drinking each others urine though they had talked about it. Tom loved for Barbara to piss on his cock, usually when he was close to cumming. He would also direct his stream right on her clit when she too was ready to cum. They loved doing this for each other she thought as she gently wiped and arose from the commode. She flushed and padded back into the bedroom. It was just getting light but she figured she could snatch a few more winks.

Barbara and Tom Duncan had been married for nearly 20 years now as they each approached the age of 40. They did not have children as Tom was incapable of fathering a child. They had talked about adopting or some other approach but both decided that if they could not have children in the normal fashion they would just not have any.

This did not mean that they didn't have an exciting sex life. From the few conversations Barb had had with her girlfriends, at least the ones who would talk about it, they were much more active than the rest of them. After 20 years they still had some type of sexual contact every single day. Of course it didn't always include intercourse and sometimes no orgasms occurred but whether it was just playing or the real thing something went on each day.

Tom would be 40 in 3 weeks. He was fit and trim having devoted a lot of time to the gym, swimming, jogging, etc. He was a certified financial planner and had an outstanding income. Barbara was a registered nurse who now worked only part time. They had a beautiful home which they had just paid off and life was indeed good.

" So John and Debbie aren't going to the lake until Saturday morning?" Tom questioned Barb, " I mean they could save a lot of time by going up tonight like we are. It's a little bit of a long drive but hell, I'll be putting the boat in the water by 9 tomorrow, and they won't even be getting there until early afternoon."

"Well Tommy, it's up to them honey. Remember in his sales job John has to travel all week so Friday he's ready to hit the hay early and recuperate for whatever lies ahead on the weekend. Besides, you just want an early look at Deb's big titties," Barbara said with a chuckle. "Who wouldn't, " Tom replied, " picturing Debbies admitted 40 C's. Debbie and Barbara were very similar in appearance though the Hensons were almost 5 years younger. They too had no children but in their case it was simply by choice. Each of the ladies had shoulder length brown hair, were curvy but not fat, each had brown eyes and a killer ass. When out with others each of the ladies got plenty of looks.

In the earlier portion of their marriage, about year 6, both Tom and Barbara began to feel that their marriage was getting just a bit stale. Oh yes, they were still active with each other but it just didn't have that same spark. One evening at dinner Tom said out of the blue, " what would you think about swinging?"

"Swinging what," Barb replied.

"You know damn well what," Tom replied quickly," Fred said something to me as we were leaving work this afternoon. He said they get together with a half dozen or so couples and have a cook out and pool party. He said there's no kids there and that after an hour or two no clothes either."

"Oh, you mean fat Freddie," Barb asked.

"Fred's not that fat," Tom defended.

"Yeah well that's not what Millie says. He can't get close enough to her to get very much done I hear," Barb replied. "Hey maybe that's why they started swinging, so Millie could have a capable partner," she said with a snicker." Besides Tom, so they swim nude, we've done that before, it's just not a big deal. "

"Not just that babe, " Tom replied, "he said everyone pairs off and they will be fucking in the pool, the hot tub and in the dark areas of their backyard. Fred said it's literally like an orgy. He said the Shepherds who are moving away have already been replaced by the Clarks."

"The Clarks!," Barbara said shocked, " you mean that good looking black couple who moved in at the end of the street?"

"Yeah I guess so," Tom replied. " Fred said he did it on purpose. I guess some of the couples were getting a little tired of the same old thing. He said the ladies are already all excited about the next party, they all want to see if it's true about black men and big dicks."

Based upon this one conversation the Duncans attended the next party which was less that 2 weeks ahead. The party was just as Fred had described to Tom. It started slowly around dinner and afterwards things progressed rapidly. Tom and Barbara mostly just observed but he did finally get Barb's permission to help Crissy Lloyd out since her husband had to leave the party for business reasons and Crissy was high and dry. Tom and Crissy made out under the water slide. He sucked on her little tities and eventually fingered her to a very nice orgasm. She offered to reciprocate but Tom said that wasn't necessary. Barbara was pleased with him that he did that and told him so. "That was nice Tommy, I appreciate the fact that you didn't have intercourse with her," Barb said to him. "Well," Tom said looking directly into his wife's eyes. I just couldn't feature myself having sex with another woman. You didn't participate tonight so I decided I wasn't going to either. Can't say what might happen another night," he said laughing.

The Duncans continued to participate in the parties for the rest of the summer and yes they both finally had intercourse with others including Barb experiencing her first black cock. Shortly after, one of the other couples dropped out and that was when John and Debbie Henson with her big tits joined in. For some reason the Duncans and the Hensons hit it off immediately. After the swim season ended and Autumn came on, the 2 couples continued to visit in each others homes on almost a weekly basis. It was also at this time that the four of them made a decision that they would no longer attend the swimming parties.

"Look," Tom said, " the newness I think has worn off and I see some things that cause me to believe that there is playing around going on too." "I know it is and I know who it is," John said strongly. " That kind of thing is like a cancer. I can't cut it out so we're just going to walk away from it."

The interesting fact was that even with the closeness of the four of them, at no time did they come close to being involved with each other.

It was obvious to Barbara that Tom lusted to a certain extent after Debbie and her big tits but he had never allowed her to realize that. Barbara had thought that given the right circumstances she could have a fling with John but had never pushed for anything like that though she had observed John checking her out pretty closely.

Now they were making preparations for an extended weekend with their new and best friends. Monday was Memorial Day so they would have plenty of time to get to know their friends even better.

They were driving up to a beautiful lake in the middle of a forested area where Tom and Barbara kept their boat. They were renting a large cabin that they had rented numerous times in previous years. It was not unusual for them to go to the lake 6-8 times during the summer months.

Tom and Barbara left the house, stopped for a fast food burger and headed for the lake and the cabin that they had rented for the weekend. They were expecting a four hour drive but were still looking forward to it.

"So Barbie, what do you think about the possibility of a little mattress action with our friends," Tom asked with a smile.

"C'mon Tom," Barb replied, " no one at any time has suggested that. I mean last year when we were still going to the parties, John and Debbie were just friends, vanilla ones at that. Sure they're attractive, physically attractive too, but it's just not that kind of friendship. "

"No, but I bet it could be," Tom retorted, " let's just give it a shot."

"Tell you what," Barb said seriously, " I'm not going to get involved with seducing either of them but we can just keep our eyes and ears open. Now we both are pretty aware and can read that type of thing rather easily so whatever develops will develop but I'm not gonna push it."

The two of them rode quietly, deep in thought. After about 15 minutes Tom spoke softly.

" I think you're right Barbara," Tom said, " I mean we know that they were swinging last year but they've never seemed to have any interest in that with us. I think that they just think of us as very good friends. We'll just relax, have fun and see if anything develops. OK?"

"Sounds good to me," Barbara said with a smile, " besides," she said, squeezing his cock through his jeans, " we might just be too busy."

Tom laughed at her remark then said, "yep, you are absolutely right. We just might be too busy ourselves."

The truth was, as soon as they arrived, unpacked the car and put the groceries away they were both tired and ready for showers and then bed.

The next morning Tom stirred and realized that he could smell the familiar aroma of bacon. He noted that the other half of the bed was vacant and assumed that his sexy wife was in the kitchen. He got up, threw on his boxers and a t-shirt and wandered to the bathroom where he proceeded to quickly shave and brush his teeth. Once finished Tom walked to the kitchen.

"Morning babe, that sure smells good," Tom said to his wife.

"Oh ho, the king has awakened," Barbara said smiling.

Tom grabbed her giving her a bear hug, " sure smells good in here, I'm guessing you've been a little busy. I'm also guessing bacon and eggs."

"No sweetheart, you're getting your favorite," she said, " bacon, a nice big cheese omelet, hash browns and biscuits. Oh yes, and fresh squeezed orange juice with coffee."

"Geez girl," Tom said with a smile, " you fattening me up for the kill or something?"

"No baby," Barb replied, " I'm just trying to show you my appreciation for this weekend. It was your idea after all."

"Yea true but what can I say. I'm just a considerate guy" Tom said," I've really been hitting it recently and as soon as I got here I could feel myself beginning to relax."

Barb smiled as her husband began forking in mouthfuls of his hearty breakfast.

They put the boat in the water a little before nine and Barb bounced in ready for a ride.

"Wait a minute," Tom said to her, " what about our friends?

"Tom," she answered, " it is now 9:04 AM and there is no way they can be here before 1 or so."

"OK my dear," Tom replied, " hop on board," he said reaching his hand to her to help her into the boat. "I see you've got your suit on under your shirt," Tom joked, " you planning on doing a little sun bathing?"

"Could be," Barb answered with a mischevious smile," could be."

The 135 horse Evinrude barked as it came to life. Tom slowly eased the boat away from the dock and gave it just a little more and slid slowly away and out into the beautiful lake. This lake had a few shallow areas that Tom was intimately familiar with having boated here since a kid. As he cleared the channel he goosed it in small steps until the boat was up out of the water and planing. He knew that Barbara did not enjoy riding this way, she preferred the slow cruise in and out of channels on the lakes perimeter but he decided to have some fun first. In about 10 minutes he was in the middle of the lake with the shore being only a dim memory. He quickly dropped the throttle and the boat just as quickly dropped back down settling into the water. He reached over and snapped the ignition off. The quiet was deafening.

"God it's beautiful out here," Barb said, "it feels like we don't have a care in the world out here. What would you do if I took my clothes off and did some sun bathing? Barb asked with a smile.

Tom's quick reply with a grin was, " go for it."

Barbara did a quick strip and spread her huge beach towel on the foredeck of the boat and laid back with a smile on her face. "Wonder what other boaters would think if they would happen to roll by," she thought. It was an unnecessary concern though as there were no boats in any direction as far as the eye could see. It was apparently too early. Tom re-started the motor 10 minutes or so later causing Barbara to jump as she had actually been dozing. "What the hell are you doing she yelled." Relax dear," Tom replied, " I've got it so it's just barely making headway. Just trying to keep it from drifting too much." This was complete bullshit not making any sense at all but it satisfied Barb and she once again relaxed. The truth was Tom was having some fun. It would take a long time but the boat would eventually move to the southern end of the lake and under a long bridge to an island where a number of homes were located. This area of the huge lake had become much more commercialized. The bridge had been constructed 12 years previously with the thought that there should be an allowance made for fishermen in this part of the lake which contained abundant fish. As a result there was a walkway and railing along the entire length of the bridge which on this warm Saturday morning contained an unusually large number of those trying to catch something to brag about. The sun had passed in front of and then behind some large cloud banks causing Barbara to grow very warm and then cool off along the way. Eventually the clouds burned off and she was receiving a full measure of sunshine. It seemed as though it was no time at all but had been in fact 25 minutes and suddenly Tom noticed in the distance the Sterling Island bridge. He altered his course very slowly so as not to startle his wife and continued on. As the bridge grew closer the little tiny figures in the distance now had changed into people and those people were fast approaching. Barbara would soon have a large and appreciative audience. In a few minutes his wife could be seen by at least 30-40 people. He realized that she was now being seen as he observed a few of the fishermen and women were pointing her out to the others but at least were not making any noises. They finally drifted slowly under the bridge and as they did so the noise of vehicles traveling over the bridge caused Barbara to stir. They were now completely clear of the bridge and she was becoming visible to those on the other side. Unfortunately, someone on the south side of the bridge decided that he needed to indicate his appreciation for such a view and whistled. At that point the whistles and catcalls became frequent. Suddenly Barbara's eyes flew open and she jumped. She grabbed the huge towel and wrapped it about herself, grabbed her clothing and ducked under the front of the craft. As she passed her husband she simply murmured, " sonofabitch." Tom laughed and was still laughing when Barbara re-appeared fully dressed. She had a smile on her face and shortly was laughing as hard as was her husband. "You are a very bad boy Tom Duncan, you know that don't you," she asked. "Yes, I guess I do," Tom replied," but I also know I love you very much." "Boy you sure know how to handle a lady," she said softly, kissing him passionately, slipping him her tongue as she did so. "Why don't we head back for the cabin," she whispered to him," I'm sure we still have time before John and Debbie get here." Tom turned the boat and being very familiar with the lake as well as knowing where the cabin was brought it around and chose his direction by using his compass and gave the craft full throttle. The powerful outboard brought the boat quickly to speed and again he was running quickly, the craft planing once more, skimming quickly across the water. As Tom neared the large cabin he was perplexed to see what looked like a strange vehicle sitting in the drive. As they grew closer he realized that their plans were now changed. John and Debbie must have gotten a very early start as they were here.

"Change of plans baby," Tom said to his wife, " our friends are here."

The boat slid smoothly into its mooring, was tied up and they stepped onto the dock to greet their friends.

Barbara embraced Debbie saying, " you must have gotten an early start."

"Oh we did," Debbie replied, " you know John, he would have slept til noon. I got him up at 6 and we were on the road by 7."

"Yea," John said, " no breakfast even. She did let me slip through the drive thru at McDonald's for a breakfast sandwich," he said sullenly.

"Well you don't have to worry about eating now," Barbara replied, " there are a ton of groceries inside."

"And there's another ton in our car," John said, " including everything from baloney to strip steaks in the cooler."

"Let's help you get unloaded," Tom said and they all pitched in. In just minutes the car was empty and the guys were relaxed under an oak tree near the water's edge, beer in hand, without a care in the world.

The afternoon passed quickly with the guys consuming more beer and the ladies putting away the additional groceries. They sat down at the kitchen table, each with a cup of coffee and decided that this particular evening they would make the men take them out to dinner rather than cook.

" There are two restaurants not too far away," Barbara said, "there's a small but wonderful seafood place about 4 miles away at the highway intersection and another about 7 miles away which is a general type of restaurant but is much bigger and has a lot of variety."

"I love this place Barb," Debbie said," it's so relaxing. I'm so happy that you guys suggested this. "

" We actually hadn't been here for some time then when we bought the boat 4 years ago we started coming back up here and fell in love with it all over again," Barbara said.

"Umhh, there's something I need to say Barb, " Debbie said, "but I'm not sure just how to do it."

Barbara noticed that Debbie was now blushing.

"What is it Deb," Barbara said, " you can ask me or tell me anything. You should know that by now."

"Yes I know," Debbie replied, " but it's just difficult. OK, here goes. We know that at one time you guys were in the lifestyle and for that matter you know that we were too for a short while. Now I know that our relationship has never included that and that has been fine with us. We were talking on the way up that we didn't know if that's what you had in mind this weekend or not. I mean if it is that's fine with us. You know how much we care for both of you. But please don't misunderstand. If that is not what you have in mind then that is fine with us too. OK? " she inquired tentatively.

"Debbie," Barb said," don't ever be reluctant to ask me things. There is nothing, I mean nothing that you could say or ask that will offend me or affect our friendship. Truth is it sounds kind of exciting to me but I'll have to discuss and clear it with Tom first."

The two women smiled and embraced each other, " now let's inform the gentlemen outside who have probably consumed much too much beer that we intend for them to take us out to eat tonight."

The evening went great. The guys had apparently not consumed nearly as much beer as they had originally thought. Tom had become briefly lost for which he was teased by both ladies but they had arrived at the restaurant a little after 6 and after a wonderful meal had returned to the cabin by 8. Tom complained about his tiredness and stretched out on the couch while Deb stated that she was going to get a shower.

"C'mon John," Barbara said, " let me give you the ten cent tour."

With that she grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of the chair. They were still holding hands when they exited the cabin and struck out toward the towering trees a few hundred feet from the cabin. The gigantic woods was laced with very nice walking trails. Here and there were little alcoves that the state forestry department had cut into the woods where there were located a refuse barrel and a single small picnic table. Barbara knew the trails like the back of her hand since she and Tom had been coming here for 19 years though not on a continuous basis. As they walked, John let loose of her left hand and placed his arm around her waist. They looked at each other and smiled though not a word was spoken. Soon, John dropped his hand down and cupped her ass. They stopped and turned to each other.

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Saturday, July 20, 2013

Elevator bylapseofreason

You would think that a one-story elevator would have no chance in the world of breaking down, but... there it went. Right in between the ground floor and the mezzanine, there was a grinding sound, the power cut out, and we were left standing in darkness.

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, probably hoping that it was just a minor glitch. Five minutes passed, then ten. We both checked our cell phones. No signal, of course. The emergency phone in the elevator had been removed a few years ago due to the fact that everyone had cell phones now. Apparently we were stuck in one of those spots where absolutely nothing worked.

Colleen checked her radio (which, of course, didn't work either), then pulled off her blazer and hung it over one of the side rails. "I guess we're stuck here for a while," she commented.

"Yep."

I slid down the wall I was leaning against and sat down, putting my head back and shutting my eyes. Might as well relax for a minute.

Colleen, however, didn't seem so comfortable. She kept shifting positions; I heard her sit down then stand up again a few times, then finally a groan.

I opened my eyes back up. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess." She kind of laughed a little, then continued, "It's pretty stupid...um, I guess I should have used the bathroom a few minutes ago," she continued, blushing slightly. She then crossed her legs and uncrossed them just as quickly. Bending one knee, she pressed her thighs together and grabbed on to one of the side rails.

"Oh, okay." I nodded and shut my eyes again.

"Are they ever going to fix this damn thing?" I heard her ask about ten minutes later. Her voice seemed a little more stressed than it had been before.

"I hope so. I thought it was just the elevator, but it must be more complicated than that."

After a while I just stared at the reflection in the doors, halfway hoping that they would open soon. The other half was concentrated on my colleague, who seemed to be in more and more distress as time passed. She also didn't seem to notice that I could surreptitiously watch her in the doors, or didn't care at that point.

I scooted into a corner and pretended to lean my head into it, letting out a small sigh as arousal shot down my body and settled between my legs. Colleen had squatted down into the other corner and was bouncing up and down a little; a thrill ran down my spine as I realized she was trying to hold everything in with her heels. I reached up and idly stroked my right breast, pretending to adjust my shirt as I did so. For some weird reason, I was so turned on it wasn't even funny.

"Fuck," she muttered; she then stood up again quickly, moaned, and stuck both her hands in between her legs, blushing as she did so. "I'm sorry," she nearly whined. "I don't know how much longer this is going to take, but I really need to pee."

"It's cool," I replied offhandedly, pretending to stare off in the other direction and trying to ignore the wetness of a different sort that was beginning to soak my own pants. "That really sucks... I hope they fix it soon too."

She rocked back and forth on her heels, hands still between her legs, muttering curses under her breath. "Oh my God, no," I heard her gasp all of a sudden. In the reflection of the door I could see a small dark spot spread in the crotch of her khaki uniform pants as she removed her hands and squatted back down.

"It can't be that much longer," I tried to reassure her.

"I know... I hope so..." I glanced over at Colleen; she was rocking back and forth on her heels again, a hand futilely trying to hold anything else from coming out. "Oh, fuck," she said again. "I can't... oh shit, I can't hold it much longer..."

I couldn't help but glance over; she tried to stand halfway up, grabbed one of the side rails, then doubled over. "Oh, no," she whispered, eyes closing as a larger gush of pee soaked through the crotch of her pants, down her thighs, and dribbled onto the floor.

I crossed the small space of the elevator and knelt down next to her as she squatted back down into the corner. "It's okay," I said softly, placing an arm around her shoulders.

"No, it's not. God, this is so embarrassing... " She put her head down and placed a hand on my knee to steady herself. Boldly, I reached my free hand over and stroked her hair. "It's all right," I reassured her again. "I won't tell anyone."

"Oh, God," she whispered again. "I'm so sorry... I can't help it... oh shit, it's coming..."

I felt her body tense up, then release as a huge torrent of piss gushed out of her. It completely soaked her crotch instantly; I glanced down and watched the stream as it hit the floor with an unmistakable hissing noise. "Oh, fuck," Colleen whimpered; she managed to stop for a moment, then burying her face in her hands, spread her knees a little and finished what she couldn't help but start.

As Colleen squatted, crying, pee still flowing out of her, I couldn't help but move away a little, unbutton my pants, and quickly bring myself to a shallow orgasm. As I came, I silently thanked the elevator gods for providing me with such an amazing opportunity.

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

My Friend Peed Her Pants

Hey guys, this is my first post. I've sort of been flying under the radar for a few months. Anyways, my story. So I got back from lacrosse practice, and I was eating dinner when I got a text from my best friend (who I've been crushing really hard on for a while). She asked me to come over. So, I did. When I got there she was wearing some jeans with a little tear in them and a gray T-shirt; nothing special. We were talking about how she got accepted as a staff to a summer camp. When I came in, I noticed she was drinking a near empty bottle of water with a few empty ones on the floor. So we hugged and started talking about her camp. I noticed her crossing legs, but I didn't think much of it at first. I just thought she was being formal. But I actually had to pee so I asked if I could use her bathroom. While I was crossing the room, she ran up behind me and started poking my sides because she knows I'm extremely ticklish. But I ran to the bathroom and shut the door and did my thing. When I came back, she was standing up and drinking some apple juice. I laughed at how much she was drinking and brought it up. She said she's just been thirsty and bored and drinking passes the time. And she said she's had to pee like all day. But she didn't go to the bathroom. We didn't sit down when we talked next. I talked about my upcoming summer marching Drum Corps International. But while I was talking, I noticed she was crossing her legs more. She bent her knees slightly also; most would brush this aside but with my prior knowledge of desperation, I know this means she's got to go. After I noticed this, I talked more and more about random things so she would have to be more and more desperate. She started looking down occasionally and finally interrupted me and said "Ok, hang on I like reeaalllyy have to pee, so hang on". And headed towards the bathroom. A devious thought ran through my mind. I ran up behind her and gave a good poke on the sides. She let out a high pitched yelp and threw her hand into her crotch. I gave her one more poke and it just started coming out. She tried to hang on as much as she could and her hand had a puddle of pee in it from holding it there. A line of pee formed from her butt, down her thigh, all the way down to her ankles. There was a huge puddle at her feet. Her pants were visibly soaked looking from the front as well as the back. She looked up at me, laughed and said "You bastard!". I started laughing and doubled over; half because I was actually laughing and half to hide the hard on I got from the wetting I had just seen from the hottest person I know. She threw her jeans off upstairs so I got to see her wet panties as well (I know, I'm suuuper lucky). She ran downstairs and came back up in sweatpants. The rest of the night we watched MegaMind, but I was in complete euphoria. So that's my story. Hope you liked my first one.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Wetman's Stories Desperation with Laura

One night a female friend of mine came over to watch some TV and drink a few beers. Laura was very pretty and even though we never really had a romantic relationship we had been close friends for years. I had never told her about my fetish for pee but somehow I think she had an idea. Conversations often included accounts of times she got desperate and had to pee in strange places. One of my favorite stories was about a night when she had been out drinking with some friends. She said by the time they dropped her off at home she was pretty drunk. She said she got to her bedroom and then started to go down the hall to the bathroom for a much needed pee when she heard the TV on in her parents room. She would have to walk right past their room to get to the bathroom and she was afraid they might hear her and she would get in trouble for coming home so wasted. She said she went back into her bedroom and locked the door. She looked around for a cup or some other container to pee in but found nothing. She said by now her "eyeballs were floating" and if she didn't do something quick she was going to wet her pants. Then out of pure desperation she gathered up several pieces of dirty clothes and put them in a pile on the floor.
She stripped off her pants and panties adding her now damp panties to the pile and squatted over the dirty laundry. She said she had no sooner squatted down when her bladder gave way and she peed for almost two minutes. After she finished she wiped off with the corner of one of her shirts. She hid the wet clothes under her bed until the next morning and then gathered them up and put them in the washer before anyone else woke up. The mental image of my friend squatting down and peeing over a pile of clothes in her bedroom was a fantasy come true.

We drank a couple of beers and watched a police movie on TV when I remembered something a friend of mine left at my house the other day. A set of genuine police issue handcuffs. I went and got them out of the drawer where I had put them and showed them to Laura. Making fun of the movie we were watching I told her she was under arrest and locked one cuff around her wrist and and the other around mine. I told her she was now my prisoner. We both laughed and sat on the couch handcuffed together and watched the rest of the movie. After the movie was over Laura got up and held up our wrists. "Get these things off, I have to go pee" she announced. We went over to the drawer and I looked around but found no key. "Stop playing games and let me go before I piss all over myself" Laura said. I noticed she was crossing her legs and doing a little "pee pee dance". I told her I was not joking..I thought my friend left the key but now I was not sure. I got on the phone and called him. He said he found the key in his pants pocket but figured I would not be dumb enough the lock them without first making sure I had a key. He said he would bring the key over but it would take him at least 30 minutes to get there. By now Laura was not a happy camper. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was serious about how bad she had to pee. She tried sitting on the couch, crossing her legs, even holding her crotch but she said it did not help. I was starting to feel a need to go myself but I think Laura was the worst off. About 15 minutes later my friend called back and said he was going to be a while. Seems he had a flat tire and was having to wait for someone to help him change it. When I informed Laura of this she said "That's it we have to do SOMETHING!" We came up with a plan where Laura would go into the bathroom and I would stay outside the door stretching my arm into the bathroom. We tried to do this but the toilet was too far into the room for Laura to reach it no matter how far I stretched. By now Laura was dancing around and squeezing her legs together in a last minute effort to avoid a disaster. Finally Laura said "Fuck this, Get your ass in here" and pulled me into the bathroom with her and shut the door. "Don't just stand there help me get my pants down" she screamed , fumbling at her zipper with her free hand. Together we pulled at her tight jeans getting them over her hips and around her ankles. I noticed a spot about the size of a silver dollar in the crotch of her panties where she had already started to dribble. She pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down on the toliet. No sooner than her butt hit the seat she began to pee a wide hissing stream into the water below. She could have kept her legs together and blocked my view but instead she kept them wide apart giving me a perfect view. I was sitting on the floor right in front of the potty and she was peeing like a racehorse just inches from my face. Her stream was so strong and wide that I felt a few drops hit me. I wondered if she was ever going to finish but after a couple of minutes her stream died down to a trikle and finally ended. I watched as she rolled off some tissue and wiped the few drops of pee left on her pussy. She stood up and together we pulled up her jeans and she zipped up.
By now my bladder was begging for relief and I think Larura noticed my crossed legs. "I guess you have to pee too huh?" she said. I told her yes and she just giggled. "We'll you got a show..what about me?" I figured why not so I unzipped my pants and took aim for the toilet. I was dying to pee but nothing happened. "well whats the problem?" Laura asked. I tried again but still nothing. "Want me to turn on some water?" Laura asked. She reached over and turned on the water in the bathroom sink. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the fact that my friend..that I thought of more as a sister than a lover was standing next to me watching me try and pee. After about another 30 seconds a slow dribble started. The stream started to build and finally I was going full force. I looked at Laura and she seemed fasinated watching me piss. Then without any warning Laura reached over with her free hand and took hold of my cock. "Let me hold it for you" she said. I was too surprized to react and had to pee too bad to stop. She directed the stream in circles in the toilet and splashed some off the rim and onto the floor. "Sorry" she said. I finally finished and Laura shook the last drops off and let go. "I always wanted to "shake the dew off the lilly" she giggled. I could not tell if she was really trying to get something started or if it was just a little too much beer at work. I zipped up and we returned to the living room and where we finished off our beers and watched a little more TV before my friend finally arrived with the key and set us free. He said he was sorry for being so late and Laura told him it was OK that everything "worked out fine". We never really talked much about what happened that night but from that point on whenever we were out and I had to excuse myself to go pee Laura would just smile and say "Don't forget to shake the dew off the lily"

Wetmanjf

Monday, April 22, 2013

Various pee stories

04 February 2011 @ 09:21 pm

peeing kinda day

Ive been alone most of the day so I tried something by wearing a diaper today and was peeing in that, but i missed the feeling of the pee running down my legs so i started peeing in my pants when i needed to. i am trying to hold on more then just peeing cause i have to. now im thinking about peeing the bed tonight. its been about a month since i have done that. my thing is i want to pee my bed when im still sleeping, most times i pee my bed i am just waking up and decide to let it go, and there was one time i woke up while peeing the bed, which i have to say i loved... now that i think about it im getting really turned on.... so how should i plan this out? make sure i have to pee when i go to sleep?

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29 June 2010 @ 04:41 am

horny and have to pee

one of my favorite feelings is when im extremely horny and have to pee. even if i dont get to piss in my pants my pee hitting my clit is enough to almost send me over the edge. more times then none i rub on my clit as i piss on my hand over the toilet.

a little squirt of piss just came out landing on my panties. i love the feeling of wet panties against my clit. my hand is now down my pants and im rubbing my clit through my wet panties.

i just pushed some more piss out. omg its so warm. i'm rubbing my clit through my panties faster now.. im panting... the need to pee is getting stronger. do i stop rubbing enough to piss myself or do i finish masturbating?

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02 February 2010 @ 03:49 am

gotta pee

I have to pee right now. Its not so bad, but the feeling is there. I'm thinking about letting a little out while I type this.

The little bit turned out to be a squirt but not too much. God its so warm. I'm rubbing my clit through my wet shirts. Should I let a little more out?

Maybe another squirt wouldn't be bad as i rub myself. Another squirt, peeing on my hand as i rub my clit, making my shorts and chair warm and wet. once again not too much but was enough.

I'm so close to cumming.

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31 January 2010 @ 03:34 am

Reading stories

Im reading some stories about people peeing their pants and how wonderful it feels and i just peed a little in my panties. Im wearing a skirt and checked to see that only a little spot was showing. I dont want to fully piss my pants just yet. Im also rubbing my clit through my wet panties squirting out a tiny bit of piss on my fingers. It wont take long before I cum.

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30 January 2010 @ 08:57 pm

Pics of me wetting my pants.