Lesbian Sex Story With A Pee To Finish

A lesbian sex and pissing story for today

When we finally arrived at the resort, it was getting late already. The hotel I had booked stood a little apart from the rest and didn’t have its own beach connected to it, but it looked really nice and was affordable. Plus, not being in an area with lots of drunken tourists was a definite advantage in my book.

The lady at the reception looked a little tired when we walked in, pulling our suitcases behind us, sweating from the heat and the walk. My friend and sub Martina was looking around excited while I checked us in. I gave the receptionist our names and she looked them up. “Okay, that’s… a suite, correct?” she looked at me over the rim of her glasses.

I smiled my sweetest smile and nodded. “Unless you’ve got a dungeon with racks and whips for us, then by all means we’d take that,” I said cheekily.

Martina slapped my butt and looked embarrassed at the clerk. She was very beautiful in that moment, her long dark hair framing her tanned, delicate face, a blush giving her a rosy complexion. Her skin was still shiny from sweat, which made her green dress cling to her body tightly, showing her enormous breasts nicely. The receptionist cleared her throat and turned her attention to the computer again. “Room 221A,” she said finally, handing us our key cards. “Would you like me to show you?”

I smiled again. “Well, that depends on what you’d like to show us.”

Without a word, she motioned us to follow her and led us towards the elevator. From behind, I got a nice view of her figure. She was dressed stylish, in a nice pants suit that was cut just tight enough to show her curves, and just loose enough not to be too sexy. I figured her to be about Martina’s age, around 40, and she had bottle blonde hair which she wore in short curls. Her walk still had some sway in it that showed she liked to be sexy.

When we reached the elevator, she had already called it for us, and we all went inside. Martina took my hand as we went up, kissing me softly on the lips while the woman tried her best to ignore us and stared intensely at the buttons on the wall. I moaned a little from my girlfriend’s touch and leaned back against the wall, grabbing her butt. “Mmmmh, not yet,” I whispered, but loud enough that the woman could still hear us. “You’ll get your taste of pussy soon enough.”

When we arrived at the second floor, she led us down a corridor, all the way down towards the end. 221A was the last room at the right. With a keycard that was hanging from her neck, she unlocked the door for us and swung it open, letting us walk inside. “Is there anything I can do…” she started, clearing her throat again. “…Anything else you need from me?”

We looked around the room. It was spacious, clean, light and smelled nice, with a large, comfortable looking bed on the window side and a nice, large bathroom. “Well,” I said, turning towards her. “That depends on if you want to join us or not.”

She looked at me hesitantly, not sure what to say. “I… I really don’t know… what do you mean?” she stuttered.

I let myself fall on the bed, exhausted from the trip, pulling up a leg. From where she was standing, she might have been able to look up my skirt and see my pubes and sweltering pussy. I lifted my arms under the back of my head and looked at her. “Well, we’ve come here to have as much fun as two girls can possibly have. As soon as you close that door, we’ll be exchanging body fluids left and right. So if you want to join us in that, this is your chance.”

Martina stood by the side, looking at me, then her, holding her breath. She was excited, and embarrassed at the same time, and didn’t quite know what to say. The woman looked at me for a moment, then slowly closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. I smiled. “I’m Kathrin,” I said, introducing myself again, even though she already knew our names.

She nodded. “Giulia,” she said, still standing with her back against the door.

I motioned Martina to come closer. “Lick me clean, my little girlfriend,” I told her.

Martina smiled, getting into a role that was comfortable and familiar to her. She went to the floor on all fours, slowly crawling up to me. When she had reached the bed, she carefully pushed my skirt up all the way and began to lick up along my thighs. If she minded the woman watching us, she didn’t show it. I moaned, squirming a little when she had reached my pussy, lapping up the sweat and wetness from the trip as her nose rubbed against my damp pubes. “MMmh, you smell soo good today, mistress,” she moaned as she inhaled deeply.

I nodded, running my left hand through her hair, pulling it back. “I hope so,” I said. “Because there’s a lot of me for you to lick. ” She nodded, then pulled herself up, one hand resting on my pelvis as she slowly rubbed my clit while her head wandered up my body, kissing and licking my skin wherever it was exposed. She ran her tongue from my cleavage to my throat, then across my shoulder out to my arm, paying special attention to my armpits, my hair wet and clinging from sweat. Feeling her lick me there turned me on to no end.

I looked up again and saw Giulia still standing by the door, but now with a hand down the front of her pants while the other was playing with her breast under her jacket. I smiled. “Come closer,” I said. “You’ll get a better look from here.”

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, slowly walking to the side of the bed while Martina began kissing me, her fingers probing my pulsing pussy. I turned my head sideways towards her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said. She smiled nervously, but sat down on a chair besides the bed. As I pulled my dress under my breasts, letting them fall out full and heavy, playing with my nipples as Martina went back to sucking my clit, she opened her pants and her hand went back inside.

Martina knew exactly how to play with me, and with three fingers up my twat she rubbed my insides just as I liked it. I bit my teeth, breathing heavily, watching Giulia play with herself. “Mmmh, you like how my slut eats me out?” I asked her through clenched teeth. “You’re jerking your cunt off watching her eat my soppy pussy, huh?” I pinched my nipples, groaning, as Martina bit my clit.

Giulia nodded, moaning softly. I groaned again, pulling at Martina’s hair. “You want her to eat you out too?” I asked the receptionist. She nodded again, too shy to speak.

Martina looked up at me, her lips and chin shiny from my pussy liquid. I nodded my head towards Giulia. “Go ahead,” I said. Martina nodded and crawled, again on all fours, towards the chair. Her breasts hung saggy down and swung as she moved. When she arrived between Giulia’s legs, she helped her pull her pants down, which the woman reluctantly let her do. Martina purred as she caught her first glimpse of Giulia’s underwear. I was right about her, she liked being sexy after all. She wore a sheer, see-through black thong and dark stockings with a black smooth garter belt. Through the fabric, a small patch of dark pubic hair was visible, but she had shaved most of it along the sides.

My slave pulled the thong aside with her teeth and began licking the receptionist’s labia just as intensely as my own. Her tongue flicked quickly across Giulia’s little clit, which seemed to arouse her like nothing else. She squirmed and held Martina’s head in place, moaning louder and louder. I stepped behind Martina, pulling up her skirt to reveal, once more, her big round butt and the sweet moist area between her legs. Just for good measure, I gave her buttocks a heavy smack, watching them jiggle. She moaned.

“You want it in your ass, slave?” I asked her harshly.

She paused her licking for a moment and moaned: “Yes, goddess. I’m just an ass whore, my worthless cunt is not worthy of your touch.” I smiled, remembering how much she liked anything that had to do with her arse and tits. I pulled out some lube from my suitcase and let it run between her asscrack, rubbing it all over her anus. She munched and moaned further on Giulia’s pussy as I slipped my fingers, pressed tightly, into her big latina ass. “Oh YES!” she moaned, almost screaming. “YES, like that!!” I drilled my right hand harder into her asshole, feeling it stretch and widen, painfully, the closer it came to my knuckles.

“And what do we say to our guest?” I asked her, teasingly, as I forced my hand inside her, moving it in and out as her asshole stretched.

She gulped, looking up at Giulia, then gathered her courage and said sternly. “Please miss, piss on me.”

The receptionist looked stunned, not knowing what to say or do. “I… I don’t know if…”

I slapped Martina’s ass again. “She likes it,” I said to the woman. “Don’t worry, just treat her like a whore and let her have it.”

Giulia’s face grew bright red as she looked down, where Martina had opened her mouth wide right at the base of her pussy, waiting patiently. “Please, give me your piss, milady,” Martina said again, meekly. I heard Giulia moan softly, and something began to trickle, then Martina started slurping quickly and greedily. I bit my teeth and forced the rest of my hand up her asshole, feeling her sphincter tighten around my wrist as it entered. Martina moaned loud and long, but kept her lips firmly around Giulia’s pussy, swallowing her pee down.

After a few moments the receptionist grew bolder, and the trickle became a small stream, gushing into Martina’s slave mouth while my hand was digging down her intestine, fucking her ass hard and deep as she deserved it. She came, hard and violently, inadvertently biting Giulia’s clit, whose piss in turn squirted down on her throat and tits as she came herself. I left my hand lodged inside Martina for a minute, waiting for her to calm while Giulia caressed her face and kissed her gently. When I finally pulled out, she had gotten up and pulled her pants up again, getting back to being prim and proper for her job at the reception desk.

Martina crawled happily onto the bed and closed her eyes while I stood up, my hand greasy from lube. The receptionist smiled at me, then took my slimy fingers and began licking them. “If there is anything I can do for you, just give me a call,” she said as she left, handing me her card. “Day and night.”


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Posted on 12.02.17
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Solo Panty Pissing Story

Its been a while since we had a pissing story and when came across this solo panty peeing story, I thought some may enjoy

I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night, next to my fiancée, her light breathing demonstrating to me that yes, she was asleep. I looked around for the clock, but the bright light always kept us awake, so it was covered with my shirt and too far across the room to read without getting up. I fished under papers on my messy nightstand for my phone and was blinded by the light as I read it: 3:27 in the morning. I recalled the events of last night; we hadn’t partied, but I’d had both alcohol and weed, so obviously I had been parched and downed quite a bit of water. I felt a twinge in my bladder (and in my clit) as I recalled it; in fact, I was parched again. I slowly extracted myself from the covers without waking her. It felt like I was getting out of bed agonizingly slowly, and my need for the bathroom increased as my body became vertical and gravity aided its pressure on my urethra. Putting my phone back on my nightstand, I quickly fumbled on my bathrobe. I stumbled toward the bedroom door with eyes not yet readjusted to the dark. The bathroom was all of the way down the hallway. Arms out in front of me like a zombie, I blinked blindly as I slowly tried to find the door.

Shooting pain suddenly attacked my foot as it found a heavy textbook I had left on the floor the night prior; in my shock, I felt a drop of my pee slide through and out of my urethra, wetting my labia and making a very small damp spot on my grey panties. I immediately clenched up, and no more left me, but in that moment I felt the intense urge to just let go. I wanted so badly to just relax and feel my pee flowing down, coating my pussy and soaking through my underwear. We were on wood floors; the hot piss would make its way down the inside of both legs as I moaned in relief and pleasure, pooling quickly on the floor. I had a large bladder, and the urine would likely stain the book on the floor and possibly ruin the floorboards. I didn’t want to risk it, and held my urges in with clenched teeth and will power.

My desperation suddenly much stronger, I hurriedly made my way through the door, better watching where I was going; my eyes began to adjust to the light. I was almost to the bathroom when I wondered if I was going to make it. The drop of pee that I had released was just the first, and I felt as if some kind of seal had been broken. Before, I only had to pee a little. Now, after standing up and allowing gravity to force urine downwards inside of me, as well as the fact that I had startled myself and relaxed my urethral sphincter slightly (and was apparently unable to completely retighten it,) I was practically dancing my way to the bathroom. I put one hand on my crotch as I felt another drop make its way into my panties. “Oh well,” I muttered to myself. “It’s not as if a few drop of urine are going to stain anything.” My body made me regret my words as a short squirt of piss shot fiercely past my clitoris and into my panties, dripping onto my hand. I clapped my hand tightly against my pussy, willing myself to not do it again. With the hand that was not desperately clasping my vulva, I reached for the door and pushed it open, then frantically sliding along the wall and turning on the light. The brightness shot into my wide open and relaxed eyes and I flinched, raising the hand on my pussy to my eyes to protect them from the light. And with that, I began to leak.

A few drops trickled out at first; my eyes squeezed tightly shut (still hurting,) I fought to reach back and shut the door behind me, and barely succeeded; a few more, larger drops of urine soaked into my underwear and began to run down my leg, followed by more of the same volume. I was squeezing my kegel muscles as tightly as I possibly could, but the piss kept coming. I hastily managed to somehow make it all of the way across the room to the toilet before it started to squirt out. A fair sized squirt began to flow out of my glistening labia and I yanked up the lid and planted my butt perfectly on the toilet seat. There was one small issue. In my haste, I had forgotten to pull down my underwear. I felt warmth spreading across my crotch that would not normally be there when I was pissing into a toilet; the pee inside of me was now forcefully flooding out of my urethra, plashing and spraying through my now-soaked panties, all over my legs, and noisily dripping into the toilet bowl below me. I could feel my piss saturating my underwear entirely; the hot wetness spread across my butt cheeks through the fabric and I felt absolutely, disgustingly, embarrassingly soaked. I was actively pissing myself… and it felt ridiculously good. As the pee flooded quickly through my poor, relaxed little piss-hole and out into the world, it splashed against my clitoris and along my labia, some of it literally dripping into my vagina. The slightly open hole accepted my piss and soon, it was full and the drops were bubbling out. I could also feel drops trapped between my leg and the toilet seat on the side closer to the door; since I had already started peeing before I began to sit down, drops of my urine had landed on the toilet seat and would stay there, forgotten, long after I got up.

My piss trickled into a smaller stream into my underwear now; I put my hand back down and pulled them aside to reveal my sex. With the movement, my pee that had not already fallen from the panties flooded out at once into the toilet bowl, making a louder splash. My pussy lips still emitted a slowly dwindling stream of the faintly yellow liquid. I watched it coming from inside of me as I held my soaked panties to one side. I was wet, and not just with piss. Something about the taboo of pissing myself, of maybe the humiliation, or even just the feel as the liquid forcefully sprayed against the underside of my clit, made me extremely excited. I felt excitement running from my clit to my stomach as the last few drops of pee left my body, dripping rhythmically into the water below.

Astonished by how good it had felt to piss myself like a child, I sat for a moment with my mouth open. Then, even more embarrassingly, I gave into my next urge and my fingers shot to my still-dripping pussy lips and began to massage it. I then took the side of my hand, pressed against my pussy through my panties, and clenched my thighs tightly around it. My body was electric; I grinded against my hand and my sopping-wet underwear that were still soaking up a few more drips. The motion against my hand was intense, and I was horny. I was cumming in seconds, and with it I felt one last, strong but small, vividly pleasurable squirt of piss shooting out of me and covering my hand in more of my own liquids. It might not have been piss; maybe it was female ejaculate- my cum. Maybe it was both. It was most likely both, considering I had just been dribbling the contents of my bladder hurriedly into my own clothing. My orgasm, either way, was centered not on my clit but on my pee-hole, just below my clit. It throbbed as I threw my head forward and bit back a screech of pleasure. As the waves of my orgasm began to subside, my mind cleared and I looked around. I stood up and pulled off my panties and threw them across the room into the shower, where they landed with a wet, resounding “flop!” Drying myself with toilet paper and forgetting my pissy panties where they were, I turned off the light and proceeded to feel my way back to the bedroom, utterly relieved and entirely exhausted. I lazily climbed back in bed, my heavy body falling into place. My head hit the pillow, and I was instantly asleep.

My movements woke up my fiancée; she realized that she, too needed to pee, but much less desperately. She made her way into the bathroom and was faced with my sloppy, naughty, accident.


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Posted on 10.17.17
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Female Desperation Story With Lilith

This story was sent in by Kyara Luna. It has some great female desperation in it. I hope you all enjoy

Lilith’s Challenge

Lilith had many dirty secrets, and being alone in the house let her explore her desires. Today is one of those rare days, living together with her parents made her crave these scarce hobbies. She also loves the thrill of them returning at any time, the chance of getting caught excited her even more. Of course, she would be totally embarrassed if she was caught, but that’s her lewd fantasy. Lilith began her plans before they even left, she needed time for her bladder to fill. This is one of many fetishes she has, the feeling of fullness of her bladder turned her on, not only that she enjoyed the sensation of helplessness as she loses control of herself.

The pressure slowly increased inside her as she waits until the right moment. Leading onto her second habit of layering clothes, these inconvenient outfits complements and challenges herself during her bladder’s critical breaking point. She quickly prepares which layers she’ll wear as she feels a storm brewing down below. She quickly stripes out of her casual clothes and put on a pair of bikini panties, boyshorts, pantyhose and a leotard in the respective order. This is what she called the ‘base layer’, designed to prevent pulling the one piece to the side, the only way is to completely remove it.

She then similarly repeats the base layer with another pair of boyshorts, spandex, back zipped bodysuit and finally a sports bra. Once again, another pair of panties and a full body one-piece bodysuit, totally hiding everything secretly underneath. The incentive of this many layers is the challenge of removal, and the repercussion of failing to take off the layers is complete soakage of one’s clothes. However, she was not done with her layering, there was more to come. She takes more clothes out her closest and drawers, piling them on top of her bed. She then puts on a pair of denim hot pants, high waisted jeans, skinny jeans, back zipped dungarees and a tight button up denim jumpsuit to compress and camouflage those layers.
Now entombed in the layers, she waits for the perfect moment to test her will power and strength. Lilith has practiced this many times both succeeding and failing, however, she learnt a few tips such as not to wear them too early. She started to feel quite desperate which she has been anticipating, but also it was starting to get pretty warm. That is to be expected and the reason she layers mostly in Winter. Not long after, a feeling which she knows very well overtakes her body; the urge to pee. Her legs dancing up and down by themselves, thighs clamped tightly together though that had little effect through the many layers.

Her hold slowly becoming unbearable as her bladder continues to quickly fill up, and her muscles getting fatigued from the mountain of strain. However, she fights the urge and battles on holding and holding. Pleasure and pain repeated endlessly in her head. The layers weren’t helping as it restricted her bladders expansion. Her legs soon became tired from all the fidgeting. She feels her strength disappearing as her bladder eats away all her energy.

“Five more minutes” she moaned softly under her breath. “Five more.”

Five minutes of hell which she’s both enjoying and despising. Staring at the timer which didn’t even seemed to tick, she decides to challenge herself even more. She slowly stood up, legs sandwiched together like they were super glued. She then kneed down on the floor, laid down directly on her swollen bladder. The immense pressure surged through her body, an awkward smile emerges from the lewd act. Suddenly her body freezes and tenses up, time’s running out and she needs to remove the layers before it it’s too late. She quickly pushes herself up, but unable to muster the strength. Her body collapses back onto her bloated bladder. She moans in pain.

“Still dry, I can make it,” she encourages herself. “just a little longer.”

Gathering the strength, she pushes herself off the floor and up onto her two feet. She gradually made progress to the bathroom, hunched over like an old grandma. Entering the toilet sent shivers down her spine.

“Almost there,” she mumbles. “just have to remove these layers.”

Her hands shaking uncontrollably like Parkinson’s disease as she tried to unbutton the jumpsuit.

“No no no,” she cried. “please, I can make it.”

She began undoing her buttons one by one, from top to bottom. As she reached her waistline, they became increasingly harder. The only way to undo them were to press into your bladder and slide the stupid button out. First layer off and it only gets harder. As she reaches her back for the zipper, her hands suddenly jump to her crotch.

“I-It’s just a squirt,” Lilith said. “I-I can do it.”

Once again she brings her hands behind and grab ahold of the zipper, quickly pulling it down. She then slides the straps off her shoulders and pulls the overalls off. Next is the skinny jeans which she quickly unbuttoned along with the high waisted pair, pulling them down simultaneously. Quickly taking a short breather, she looks at the mirror. Staring at herself like she’s 5 months pregnant. Suddenly another wave of desperation hits her, like someone punched her in the stomach. A giant shot glass of hot liquid shoots into her slightly wet panties. She tries to counter the spurt by tensing her legs together, successfully stops it for now. She quickly undoes the short shorts and shoves them into a pile of the removed layers.

Feeling like she was going to make it, she deviously put her high waisted jeans back on, leaving the few buttons undone. She starts to stroke herself though the many undergarments. Even though there’s so many layers, the pleasure was still immense. Thinking it’s a bad idea to continue, she starts taking off the layers again. First went the jeans, full bodysuit then her underwear. Massaging herself to the edge as she removed each layer. Next she had to remove her sports bra before attempting the back zipped bodysuit. This is one of the hardest layers to remove in her opinion as getting this sports apparel up and over is quite the challenge.

She slowly struggles with both her bladder and bra, however she conjured enough strength, pulled it off her shoulders and off. She then swiftly undid the zipper and pulled the suit down along with her tights and boyshorts. She sighed in relief as there is only the base layer left. Once again she began touching and rubbing, however this time it was much stronger without those layers. She couldn’t stop herself sliding her fingers on the smooth bodysuit, which was soaked from the accidental squirt. Her hand moved faster and faster as she couldn’t control herself. Climaxing into her two panties and through the bodysuit. Still rubbing her muscles slowly succumb, releasing jets of urine. The sound of hissing slowly fills the bathroom as the long awaited relief arrived. Lilith slumps back on the toilet, totally out of energy and free from her bladder.

“At least I didn’t fail like last time,” she joked to herself.


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Posted on 02.19.17
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Female Desperation And Garden Pissing Story

Its been a long time since we had a pissing story. I came across this shot female desperation and pissing story and thought some may enjoy it

Beth looked back up at the house as she squatted in the long grass. Here at the end of the garden all she could see was the light shining from the windows, it was impossible to tell how many people were in there. It was embarrassing enough peeing in public but if anyone saw her she thought she might just die of shame.

It had been a good party, free drinks all night even after turning up with the cheapest bottle of wine she could find. Kathleen was there, so was Trish, the house was crammed with people getting steadily drunker. Beth spotted Kathleen when she arrived but couldn’t get across to her. She found herself instead somehow trapped in a corner of the living room, penned in by Gary, the head of H.R who was trying to flirt with her and didn’t seem to realise she wasn’t interested.

Whilst Gary droned on Beth became increasingly uncomfortable. It wasn’t just his bad breath or lack of awareness of personal space, she was starting to regret the amount of wine she’d drunk. At parties like this there was always a queue for the bathroom and she never got much warning from her body when she needed to pee. She knew she needed to get to a toilet soon but Gary didn’t seem to be getting her hints.

Beth squeezed her legs together, the pressure in her bladder was growing with every passing minute.

“So then I had to call them both up to the office at the same time,” Gary said, holding his beer bottle as if it was a microphone and he was compere at an award show. “You can imagine the hassle I’m sure.”

Beth grunted in response. Her tummy was feeling very bloated now and she no longer wanted the wine in her hand. She managed to put it on the windowsill behind her and turned back to Gary.

“Look …” she began but was saved from going any further when someone stumbled into Gary’s back, making him spill his beer onto Beth. It was icy cold and her top was immediately soaked through. This wasn’t helping.

“I’m sorry,” he began but Beth took the chance and squeezed past him, heading for the downstairs toilet. There were about five people queuing and she wasn’t sure if she could wait that long. Weaving her way through the crowds she made her way upstairs. The wine was having an effect on her, she felt quite dizzy and had to hold tight to the banister to make sure she didn’t fall. On the first floor she managed to stumble in on two people having sex in one bedroom, someone else asleep on the landing with their head in a plant pot before finally making it to the bathroom. There was another queue here. Beth joined the back and waited. She could feel the drops of beer trickling down her top and into her skirt, soaking the fabric, making her even more uncomfortable. It made her wish she’d worn a bra as her breasts were now clearly outlined through the thin cotton. The man in front of her in the queue turned to face her, his eyes drawn downwards. away from her face to her chest.

“Hi,” he said, staring at her clearly visible nipples.

“Hi,” Beth replied. “Listen do you mind if I go in front of you? I’m desperate.”

“Me too,” he replied. I’m not sure if someone’s being sick in there, nobody’s come out for ages.”

“Oh God,” Beth cried as a shooting pang of anxiety ran through her. She was shuffling on the spot now, not sure how much longer she could last. If she didn’t get to pee soon she might just wet herself. In front of half the office staff that would be just perfect. Remembering the garden Beth fought her way back downstairs, wincing when someone on the makeshift dancefloor accidentally elbowed her in the stomach. She could almost feel the first drops of pee trying to escape. Clenching her muscles she clamped a hand between her legs, no longer caring what people might think of her.

“Beth!” a voice came from behind her.

She turned to see Kathleen standing there. “Oh hi, I’ll catch you in a minute. I just need to pop outside.”

“Get some fresh air eh?” Kathleen replied. “Had a few too many already? And I thought you were always the sensible one. Well at least give me a hug before you go.”

Beth moaned as Kathleen stuck out her arms. This was torture now, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for more than another minute but she couldn’t leave yet. She gave Kathleen the quickest hug she could, holding her breath as Kathleen squeezed her tightly against her, her legs wriggling on the spot as she tried to get away.

Finally she was able to make a break for it, not noticing Kathleen watching her go with a smile on her face. She made it to the back door at last and pushed it open. There were one or two people by the back door smoking but luckily for her nobody in the garden itself. With a hand clamped between her legs she ran down to the bottom of the garden, stopping behind the biggest bush she could find. Unfortunately it was only waist high but maybe it would hide her when she crouched down.

Frantically she scrambled her knickers down with her fingers, squatting behind the bush and trying to relax. But now she couldn’t go. She was so tense and had spent so long holding it in her body was now fighting against her.

In the darkness she could see very little but when she heard something rustle in the grass behind her she tensed up even more. Someone was there. But who was it?

“Hello?” she asked nervously. “Who’s there?”

Nobody answered but she could now feel warm breath on the back of her neck. She turned to look but it was too dark to make out a face. She could just see the silhouette of someone with short hair, crouched beside her.

“Who is…” she went to ask but a soft finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. The finger was removed and replaced by the gentlest kiss Beth had ever felt. She didn’t know who this was but it was wonderful. If only she didn’t need to pee so much it would be the most perfect seduction she’d ever encountered.

A tongue gently probed into her mouth as hands wrapped round her back almost knocking her to the ground. She put a hand on the grass to balance herself but lost concentration for a minute. Her knickers were still round her ankles as a single drop of pee fell from her, splashing onto her leg.

The stranger continued kissing her and in her drunken state Beth wondered if maybe she could get away with quietly peeing. Would the mysterious person notice? Would they mind? It was too late to answer those questions anyway. Beth could hold it in no longer. Another squirt of pee splashed onto the grass and then her bladder finally relaxed, the aching muscles inside her releasing the tension that had been there for what felt like forever. A line of piss flew from her, splashing her legs and the ground. The other person didn’t stop kissing her for a moment but Beth tensed up when she felt a hand beginning to slide over her back and then cup one of her buttocks, squeezing gently. Would they notice her peeing now?

The hand moved further, brushing past her perfect ass, the fingertip just gently drawing a line past her anus and further under her. When the hand hit the stream of pee it froze but only for a second before continuing on its way, now flatly pressed against her pussy. Beth’s piss trickled through cold fingers as the hand began to gently stroke her clit. She could feel a finger push its way to the entrance of her pussy but she could do nothing to stop it, not until she finished peeing.

The other person was still kissing her and Beth felt only pleasure as the finger slowly slid up inside her before gently beginning to fuck her. When would this pissing end? She squeezed her bladder muscles and a powerful spurt fell from her and then at last it slowed to a trickle before a final few drops left her.

At last she felt better and could focus on what was happening. The person knew she had finished, so gently pushed her onto her back. Beth lay on the wet grass, knowing if she was sober she wouldn’t dream of allowing this to happen. She didn’t know what was going to take place as they had removed their hands from her body and seemed to disappear.

In the darkness she waited and jumped when hands appeared by her ankles, pushing her legs apart. She lay breathing heavily. “Who are you?” she asked again but there was no answer. Suddenly a body pressed against hers. Beth could feel an erect penis burning against her thigh. A mouth enveloped hers and she was taken, her tongue entwining with his, hands stroking her face. All the time she could feel the shaft of his cock rigid against her but resisting going any further just yet.

She could smell him on her but had no idea who it was, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to know. He was strong but gentle, as if he worshipped her body, his hands were moving down her now, making her wetter, making her body ache for him. She came to the party wanting Kathleen, she never expected the night to end this way. Was he this turned on from watching her pee?

She felt his cock begin to nudge between her legs. She reached down past his muscular body, amazed at how wet she felt. Gripping his cock she gave it a squeeze, he moaned into her neck, still not speaking. She moved it so the tip brushed her clit, sending shivers through her at the sensation. It was too much for him, he moved his hips, lowering himself. She kept hold of his cock, guiding it up into herself.

“That feels so good,” she groaned as his shaft disappeared up inside her. Still he kept nibbling her neck, kissing her again, silencing her as he began to slowly rub his hips against her, keeping the movements small at first. She could feel his body pressing against her clit, teasing and arousing her more. She moved her hands down his back, matching their speed as he began to thrust harder now. He groaned into her ear, hot breath intense against her skin. She could feel herself becoming more excited, taken by the speed things were happening.

Occasional laughter could be heard coming from the house, it was insane to think they were doing this as just a few yards away the party was in full swing. Beth could feel his stubble against her neck, she stared up into the night sky as stars twinkled above her. She could feel the heat of his cock in her, thrusting back and forth as his body still ground onto her, sending her clit wild. She bit her lip as he became faster still, beginning to pant as he came closer to coming inside her. She knew her body was sending him over the edge and this excited her even more, hearing how he was reacting to her pussy. She squeezed her muscles, making it tighter, making him push harder. She grabbed his ass, pulling him up and against her, knowing she was close to orgasm. She made his body move faster, her breath becoming ragged as her toes began to tense, her legs turning to stone. It was moments away.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered. He put on a fresh burst of speed and that was too much for them both.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered in the quietest voice he could as she felt his cock ram all the way into her, beginning to twitch as he came inside her. At the same moment he pressed his pelvis against her clit and with one final motion Beth screamed out loud, her body sent into spasm by the orgasm ripping through her. He put a hand over her mouth, trying to quieten her as at the top of the garden people glanced down in their direction. Beth didn’t care. Her orgasm was holding his cock inside her, her mind wanting this to last forever.

Her vision swam as finally her climax faded, the wetness between her legs soaking into the strangers skin. He kissed her again, as passionately as before, still rigid inside her. He gave one more gentle thrust and then slowly withdrew, kissing her once more and disappearing into the darkness. Beth lay there for a few moments, catching her breath. She stood up at last and pulled up her knickers, legs unsteady, feeling quite dizzy, her cheeks burning red. She could still smell him on her as she made her way up the garden and back into the house in a daze, wondering if she’d imagined the whole thing.


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Piss Story With A Couple Outdoors

A quick little piss story I came across

I stopped suddenly and brought you to a halt beside me. You look at me knowingly with a quirk of a grin lifting your lips. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

I look at you and glance around. You know very well what the matter is, and we both know it. I glance around again and lick my lips a bit nervously. You had been plying me with delicious cold lemonade all day. They had been so refreshing that I had gladly drank down glass after glass. “I have to pee!” I whisper exaggeratedly.

However, only the whisper was exaggerated. My need to go pee that had been just an annoying urge, was now an overly full bladder. I looked around again. We were in the middle of a park with no washrooms in sight. I realize immediately that this had been your intention all along. I look back at you and sure enough you are full on smiling now.

“This isn’t a joke! I really need to pee!” I lick my lips and search in vain for even an outhouse. We have been in this park many times and I know very well there is no washrooms of any form. There are a few people in the park in the distance. Some walking hand in hand like we had been doing. Others walking their dogs. Of course some joggers with earphones in their ears.

“I suppose you don’t feel you can hold it until we get home?” You ask tauntingly. I don’t look at you, but I shake my head side to side. I am trying to think of a plan.

Turns out I need not waste my efforts since you take my hand more firmly and begin to lead me off toward the trees. Each step is slightly excruciating as my full bladder bounces. You lead me into the trees a little ways. It feels sheltered. We had had sex many times in such areas. Close enough to others to be naughty, but hidden enough to be discreet.

You stop in a small clearing where there is actually a patch of soft grass. “You can go pee here.”

I hold my nose up indignantly. You love when I am a bit haughty, and we both know it. “I have jeans on.” I gestured to my stone washed jeans that hug my hips and ass perfectly. I look at you expectantly, as if you could suddenly make a full washroom complete with soap and hot water magically appear.

“Take them off.” It sounds simple enough.

“I have no way to clean myself…” I pause. “After.” My voice rings with annoyance. As if I am too good for the patch of grass you have brought me too.

“Let me handle that. Be a good girl and take your jeans and panties off.” The command is soft, but a command nonetheless.

I shoot you a cross look, but comply, actually rather hastily since I am almost certain I am about to pee my pants. I chuck off the jeans and toss them over some bushes; my panties quickly follow. I stand in front of you naked from the waist down. You lick your lips like predator. Your eyes trail down my body. I feel my clit twitch in response, but my mind is already racing. How do I do this without getting a lot of pee on myself?

“If you hold my hands I guess I can squat.” I say. My eyes round when you shake your head no. “Then what?” I ask.

“On your hands and knees. Spread your knees as much as possible and then kind of squat a little. The ground will quickly absorb your pee.”

My jaw drops at your instructions, but there is no time to complain. I really need to pee and don’t want it trickling down my legs. I get down into the position you have instructed, with my bum facing you. I feel a little slutty, and actually more than a little turned on. I glance over my shoulder to see you watching me intently. “Are you going to watch?”

“You bet I am.”

I have no time to even pretend to care and slowly begin to release my pee. It falls between my legs to the grass beneath me. However, I suddenly staunch the flow in shock as your tongue slides over my tight little back entrance. I look back over my shoulder. You are on your hands and knees behind me now. In my urgent need to pee I hadn’t even heard you move.

“Keep peeing.” You instruct .

“I can’t!” I protest.

“Yes you can. Be a good little slut and keep peeing.”

My bladder is still quite full. I force myself to relax and sure enough the pee begins to flow again, but your tongue also returns to my asshole. Finally, after what feels like forever the pee stops and my bladder contracts several times after being emptied. I actually groan with relief and pleasure.

“Okay, so how do I clean myself now?”

You don’t answer with words, but instead stand up and then lift me up as well. Pressing your body close to my back you bodily walk me to a tree. You press me to the tree and have me bend a little bringing my feet back from the tree. You tell me to spread my legs nice and wide. I know I look like a whore.

Quickly you are on your knees again and sliding your tongue up my thigh capturing small trickles of pee. I can see where this is going and my stomach flutters with excitement. You catch all the little droplets and then move your mouth to my wet pussy. You thoroughly lick me there, and I know I am more than clean.

Soon, I am panting and moaning. My breathing is heavy and fast. Your tongue is working rapidly over my swollen sensitive clit. I know I am going to cum. I push down onto your face as my nails clutch into the bark of the tree. A low keening moan escapes from me as my body, so tightly coiled, releases and sweeps me up in an incredible climax that leaves me feeling both weak and breathless.

When I turn, you are standing. I have to use the tree to support myself, but you hold me as well. “That..was…incredible.” I mumble.

“I thought you were too good to pee in the woods?” You taunt.

“I am.” I say in my most princess like tone. “I want to pleasure you.” I look up at your sexy hooded eyes. I can see your need for release as well, but you shake your head.

“Not yet.” You tell me.

We pull ourselves together and I put back on my panties and jeans. My knees feel a bit wobbly. Hand in hand we return to the path in the park and walk a ways more. Finally we come to another thicket of trees and brush. You stop and I look at you.

“I have to go.” You explain. We both smile and head for the trees.

Once in the privacy of the trees you tell me to take off my jeans and panties. “Why? I don’t need to pee again.”

“Be a good girl and do as you are told.” You growl sexily as you tug off your pants and boxers. I decide to do as I am told.

I watch you as you look around. Finally seeing something of interest you take my hand and lead me to a large rock. You sit me on it and spread my legs nice and wide. I am soaked there with pussy juice. You fingers me a little and then place those fingers into my mouth. Sucking my own essence from your fingers I look up at you.

You straighten your stance and take your mostly soft, but still long, cock in hand and aim in between my legs. My eyes round. You’re not going to? You wouldn’t? Sure enough, a hot stream of your pee shoots from your cock and directly between my legs. Who said men couldn’t aim? I feel your hot pee running down over my pussy and down the rock I am sitting on. The jet like stream hits my clit and I gasp at the pleasure of it. When you stop I look up at you with big eyes. I had liked it. We can both see that.

“Clean me.” You say.

I move off the rock and we step a few feet away to some soft ground. I kneel down, not caring about the wetness between my legs. I take your cock in my mouth and suck it softly. I can taste your urine and I decide I don’t mind it at all. Then, much to my shock you release just a very little bit of pee into my mouth. My eyes round in surprise. You look at me intently. I can almost read your mind. What will she do now?

Feeling bold, I take my mouth off your cock without spilling any of the pee in my mouth. Looking you in the eye I swallow it. I stand and you take my face in your strong hands and we kiss. We share the salty taste of ourselves. We both delight in our naughtiness.


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Erotic Lesbian Piss Story

Its been ages since we had a piss story so I hope this erotic lesbian pee story that I came across is enjoyable for all.

Beth was glad to finally be on the way home. It had been a long day and she’d spent most of it dying to pee. Her boss had called her into his office first thing and given her the task of showing the new girl the ropes. She hadn’t wanted the job, things were busy enough without spending the day babysitting. But when she met Kathleen she quickly changed her mind.

Kathleen was quite an old fashioned name for a sprightly nineteen year old. Named for her grandma apparently. Although Beth bet her Grandma wouldn’t have thought the best way to make an impression in a new job would have been to leave the top three buttons of her shirt undone, revealing her bra and half her boobs whenever she bent over. And that skirt that was so short it was almost obscene. Not that Beth had minded too much. She had fallen pretty much in love with the new girl before 10 o’clock. They’d sat together during morning coffee break and Kathleen kept flashing her sheer panties, either accidentally or deliberately. Beth tried not to look at first, but when she caught Kathleen’s eyes, an understanding seemed to pass between them and she took to openly staring as Beth continued shifting her legs around on the chair, ostensibly to get comfortable.

Beth had been single for a while now and the flirting was fun. She sipped her coffee and her mind drifted back to her last orgasm. Was it six months ago? A year? She couldn’t remember, but for the first time in a long time she found herself actually aroused, wanting to touch herself again. She was also starting to need to pee but didn’t want to leave Kathleen alone. What was it the boss had said. “Don’t leave her side.” Something like that.

Come 5 o’clock Beth was feeling very uncomfortable, her bladder aching and her tummy distended, pressing against the belt of her trousers. The journey back to the flat had taken forever, the bus breaking down half way which didn’t help, leaving her to walk the last few streets in a downpour. Beth noticed as she walked that her knickers felt damp, she hoped it was excitement at the thought of what she planned to do when she got home or the rain soaking her to the skin. Kathleen’s insistence on three coffee breaks through the day were taking their toll now. Beth pressed the lift button in the lobby whilst shuffling her feet, wondering if the batteries in her vibrator would still be working after all this time. And if she should wee first, or come. The lift door opened and she stepped in, reaching for the buttons.

“Hold it would you,” said a voice. It was Kathleen running after her, red faced, breasts bouncing in her clingy top, soaked to the skin from the rain outside.

“You live here?” Beth found herself asking, incredulous as Kathleen reached her. She’d spent all day talking to her, chatting her up, finding out about her sex life, her fetishes for crying out loud, her desire to be spanked by a woman, something Beth had spent most of the afternoon fantasising about, but hadn’t thought to ask where she lived. What was wrong with her? This was like a schoolgirl crush.

“On the top floor. I shouted you on the way out but you had your headphones in. I caught the bus behind yours, got stuck in a jam though as something had broken down in the road.”

“Oh, right. Well.” Beth didn’t know what to say so she just pressed the door close button. The lift began to rise. Second floor, third, fourth. Suddenly there was a judder and a scraping noise, then the lights flickered. The lift ground to a halt, its lights going out completely now.

“What the hell?” Beth said, groping for the emergency call button. She found it and pressed.

“Can I help?” a tinny voice echoed out of the lift speaker.

“We’re stuck, the lift isn’t moving.”

“Hold on. I’ll just look into that for you.”

Faint voices were audible in the background before the person came back to the microphone. “Hi there, we can see there’s a problem, but it may take a while to get it sorted. Is it just you in there?”

“Nope, there’s two of us,” said Kathleen.

“Okay, well try and keep calm and we’ll get things moving as quickly as possible.”

“Oh God,” said Beth, letting go of the button, pushing her hand between her legs in the darkness, squeezing it and squirming slightly.

“It’ll be all right,” replied Kathleen. “We can carry on our talk from earlier, don’t have to wait until tomorrow.”

“It’s not that,” said Beth. “It’s kind of embarrassing but I’m dying for a wee.”

“Oh. Can you hold it in?”

“I’ll try, but I hope they get this fixed quickly.”

Time passed. In the darkness Beth wasn’t sure how long they’d been waiting. “Have you got a phone?” she asked at last.

“No, I left it at home this morning. What about you?”

“Batteries dead. I just wondered what time it was.”

They stood in awkward silence for a while longer, in the pitch black it was impossible to know even where each of them was even stood. Beth was wriggling on her feet, feeling the pressure on her bladder growing ever stronger. She was going to have to go soon. This was so humiliating. She pressed both hands between her legs, squeezing her hand with her thigh muscles, but the dampness in her knickers was pressing against her, making it harder to distract herself now. Why was she still aroused? It didn’t make sense.

“Listen,” she said eventually. “I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m going to have to go. Just don’t hate me for this.”

“It’s fine,” she heard Kathleen’s voice come from the other corner. “Do what you have to do. Remember what I said today about being spanked? After the talks we’ve had, I don’t think I could ever be embarrassed around you, no matter what you do. There’s something about you, I just feel comfortable with you.”

Beth couldn’t wait for more compliments, nice as they were. She frantically pulled her knickers off from under her skirt and held them in her hand. Crouching in the corner of the lift, legs spread, she hoped she wouldn’t splash onto her expensive shoes. She stood up again deciding to pull them off, putting them in the far corner away from her. She squatted down once more, feeling as if she were about to burst. She tried to relax her bladder, wishing this wasn’t happening, face going red in the darkness. It was harder than she’d thought, her body not co-operating. It still thought this wasn’t the place to go. Finally a single squirt of pee splashed out of her and she jolted in shock. The warmth hit her foot and at the same time a hand began stroking her bottom. Her body froze, her peeing stopped, bladder screaming for release, still desperate to go.

“Is that you?” Beth found herself asking, almost laughing. Who the hell else would it be?

“I was coming over to hold your hand,” replied Kathleen. “It’s a bit scary in the dark like this.”

“That isn’t my hand though. That’s my bum.”

“I know.” Silence descended. Beth stayed perfectly still, waiting for her new friend to move away, not wanting to get pee on her.

Kathleen continued stroking her bum though, arm trapped between Beth’s legs. Beth didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Kathleen’s arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark.

Beth couldn’t wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Kathleen’s arm before falling to the floor. She felt something pressing against her legs too, then realised it was Kathleen’s hair. She was leaning her face in, shuffling in the dark to lie underneath Beth on her back, wriggling along the floor..

Beth felt down with her hands. She could feel that Kathleen had moved to lie directly under her, tongue sticking out, hot pee splashing onto her, soaking her face and hair, covering her clothes as she lay on the lift floor. Still the hand kept probing round her bottom. Beth found herself incredibly turned on by this, in the pitch black it didn’t feel as inappropriate as it would have in the light, not making eye contact helped. It was like a dream, anything was allowed. When a long fingernail brushed round her anus, she didn’t even move away, just pushed down slightly, helping it to go inside. She felt it slide up into her, probing inside her bottom, thrusting gently. It was joined by a tongue licking between her pussy and her butt.

Still she kept peeing, it smelt strongly in there now having been held in all day long. She knew it would be soaking Kathleen’s top and she found that excited her more, thinking of her bra showing through the wet top. She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Kathleen swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though she decided to try risking something raunchier. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Kathleen’s face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt exquisite, silky smooth, tasting her, licking inside her, a nose brushing her bottom, chin pressed against her clit. She ground down onto it, at last feeling the burning in her clit being satisfied.

Beth had expected to be touching herself that night, so to have someone else do it to her was incredible, especially after being single all this time. She fell forwards, laying herself down on top of Kathleen, groping in the dark for her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, pushing knickers to one side. She slipped her fingers into the sopping wetness she could feel in the pitch black, one finger then another, thrusting them in and out of her new friend. She felt with her tongue for the bump of a clit, sucking it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, circling it over and over.

The finger in her bottom was thrusting faster now as the tongue inside her lapped ever harder. She ground her hips down, the pressure on her clit now so much she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Seconds later she felt Kathleen bite down onto her as an orgasm ripped through her, the fingers inside her squeezed so tight by Kathleen’s muscles it was almost painful. Beth felt hot gasping breaths between her legs, muffled groans coming from her partner, her legs were twitching as the climax took over. Beth felt a squirt of something coming out of Kathleen and splash over her face. The taste was sensational and she found herself gulping it down, licking up as much as she could.

It was all too much for Beth now, she felt her own orgasm flying towards her, the pent up days and months of not touching herself combining to make this the most powerful climax she’d ever felt. The naughtiness of what they were doing excited her even more, knowing that at any moment the lights might come on, the lift doors might open. She screamed out loud as her climax took over her, bright lights flashing in her eyes even though they were closed, the finger in her arse gripped tightly, pulled inwards. She pushed down with her hips, almost suffocating Kathleen who struggled for breath under her. Her hands became fists as she felt the sensational joy of her climax, her clit at last being satisfied as the orgasm spread its warmth throughout her whole being. She collapsed onto the body under her, breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.

With a jolt, the lift suddenly began moving again. Beth shot to her feet, wobbling dizzily, reaching out with her hand. She helped Kathleen up just as the lights pinged back into life. She looked at her companion, top soaked to the skin, nipples clearly visible through it, hair still a mess. Beth glanced down at herself. She was dressed, her shoes were still on her feet.

“Why is the floor wet?” Kathleen asked suddenly. “Was it raining that much?”

“Erm…” Beth thought. Was it a dream? Was Kathleen pretending? They both stood there for a moment, unable to look each other in the eyes. The lift door opened and Beth stepped out, body aching for a piss. She must have been daydreaming in there.

She looked up at Kathleen, standing in the lift and smiling at her warmly. As the doors slowly closed she looked out at Beth and blew her a kiss.

“See you at work,” said Beth.

“Unless the lift breaks down again,” Kathleen replied as the door finally clunked shut.


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Female Desperation & Shorts Peeing Story

It’s been a while since we have had a piss story so I hope that you enjoy this female desperation and shorts peeing story.

Zoe stood in front of the immense glass façade separating her from the sweltering heat of late afternoon. The huge, treeless expanse of the airport’s tarmac absorbed the hot sun like a sponge. She could see heat radiating off the ground everywhere she looked. In sharp contrast to the heat outside, cool, refreshing air flowed over her from air conditioners mounted high on the ceiling of the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.

Zoe took a sip from a cold bottle of water as she turned and sat down next to her classmate and mutual best friend, Amber, whose name accurately reflected the luscious colour of her long curly hair.

“Just a few more hours and we’ll be sunning ourselves on a Caribbean beach!” Zoe commented to Amber.

“Hell yeah, I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this trip.”

Zoe smirked, the “lifetime” had in fact been only a few weeks; as a high school graduation present, the girls’ parents had paid for them to go on their school’s annual seniors-only trip to the Caribbean.

“What’ll you do first when we get there?” she asked.

“How about Jason,” Amber stated with a devilish grin and a nod.

Zoe smirked again, Amber had always been the more adventurous of the two, and her comment didn’t surprise Zoe in the least. After glancing at Jason across the seating area, she couldn’t really disagree either. She had recently become single and briefly entertained the notion of a wild fling with Jason, but having never gone beyond first base with her one and only ex, she didn’t really know what a wild fling would be like.

“Hm I don’t remember seeing him at school,” Zoe said quizzically.

“He didn’t go to our school, he’s one of the chaperones, but he’s only like a year or two older than us.”

“Oh.. well at least that explains the slightly creepy way he’s watching Alexa and Eric, don’t they look cute holding hands and whispering like that… how long have they been going out again?”

“Four or five years I think, I…” Amber started to say before the loud chime of the PA cut her off.

“Attention ladies and gentlemen, we will now begin boarding for flight 235. Please have your photo ID and boarding pass out and ready.”

Everyone began scrambling to grab their bags. Zoe’s short, light gray cotton shorts showed off her firm butt, but lacked pockets completely. As she reached into her backpack to get her ID and boarding pass a booming voice rang out over the students,

“Hold up everyone, remember all of the rules we discussed, and remember that from this point forward you need to be with a buddy at all times, even when you go to the bathroom. We’re leaving the United States and you need to keep safe.”

The booming voice belonged to Dave, the oldest and most strict of the four chaperones.

Zoe finished gathering her bags and jumped into line behind Ariel, a shy girl Zoe had only recently met in her Biology class. The line moved quickly, and she glanced at her ticket as she walked down the jetway. “Seat 2-D” it read.

Excellent, a window seat,” she thought to herself.

She followed Jason down the plane’s skinny center aisle. He stopped at row 2, stowed his carry-on above the seat, and sat down in 2-C.

“Ah, excuse me,” she murmured and slid past him into her seat.

Her barely covered thigh brushed against his muscular legs; although brief, the contact of his warm skin against hers made her tingle inside.

This is certainly going to be an interesting flight,” she mused.

Little did she know how right she was.

*ding*

Zoe looked up and saw the fasten seat belt light flick on, moments before a brief jolt shook the plane.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve encounter an area of significant turbulence. There is nothing to be concerned about, but for your own safety please leave your seat belt on for the remainder of the flight,” the pilot announced over the intercom as the plane again bucked up and down in the air.

Damn it,” Zoe winced.

She had spent the better part of the past 30 minutes trying to work up the courage to use the plane’s restroom. Unfortunately, the small jet had only one bathroom. Zoe sat near the very front of the plane, but the restroom was located at the rear. Not knowing whether it was occupied, she hadn’t wanted to stand awkwardly outside in the narrow isle if it were in use.

Seeing her wince, Jason reassured her, “don’t worry, this part of the flight is always turbulent, there’s really nothing to be concerned about.”

Ha, I wish the turbulence was all I was concerned about.

“Uh, it’s not really that…,” Zoe replied.

Damn it, why did I say that, now he’s going to wonder why else I look nervous.

“Uh, Jason, do you know about how much longer until we reach the island?”

Consulting his watch he replied, “I’d say about 45 more minutes, but like I said, the turbulence is really nothing to worry about.”

Except, at that instance, the turbulence quickly became something for Zoe to worry about. As the plane dropped suddenly the feeling of weightlessness very nearly made Zoe pee herself; however, the drop wasn’t half as bad as the jolt that occurred moments later when the plane cleared the air pocket. She had no choice but to grab herself, despite the fact that Jason sat looking straight at her; had she not, she knew she certainly would have lost it right there in her seat.

She glanced furtively at him and saw his eyes go wide as he realized the true reason for her concern. An awkward silence that lasted seconds but felt like hours ensued, until a stewardess moved past in the aisle, carefully gripping the overhead railing to avoid being thrown into the ceiling or slammed into the floor.

“Ma’am, excuse me,” Jason started, then to Zoe’s horror, “would it be OK if she uses the restroom?”

“I’m very sorry, but no. It is far too dangerous with this much turbulence.”

“Oh, ok,” he said looking somewhat defeated.

I can’t remember ever having to go this badly, will I even make it another 45 minutes?” Zoe wondered to herself.

The realization that she didn’t believe she would made her have to go even worse.

Why keep holding if I won’t make it… ” she thought, as she momentarily entertained the notion of just letting go. But with Jason watching her every move, she wanted desperately to avoid ruining her chance of hooking up with him.

She had a sinking feeling she would very soon be much regretting the Coke she had finished off just a few minutes earlier.

As the stewardess moved on, Jason commented hesitantly, without looking directly at her, “do you think you’ll be able to make it?”

Silence followed for the next few seconds, and Zoe stared at the clouds out of the window, not wanting to answer the question truthfully, but not able to lie either.

How do you tell a cute guy that you’re about to piss yourself?”

She didn’t really have to say anything, a dear-in-headlights look had taken full control of her sea-blue eyes, and her hands were still wedged tightly between her smooth legs.

“So… probably not… huh,” Jason said.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then suggested, “well, if you have any pads in your purse perhaps you could relieve enough pressure to hold it the rest of the way…”

His bluntness shocked her a bit, but she couldn’t deny the resourcefulness of the idea. She knew a pad wouldn’t hold much, but it might hold enough. However, although she did have a pad in her purse, she certainly wasn’t keen on the idea of putting it on and wetting while a near-stranger watched and listened.

“Uh, if you do have one, you might consider using it sooner rather than later… It’ll be more difficult to go just a little the longer you wait,” Jason prompted her.

Zoe knew his words were the truth, and she felt her control slipping with every jolt of the aircraft. But she still couldn’t make the decision to actually do it.

“Look,” he said, “it doesn’t look like you’re going to make it another 40 minutes regardless, so your options at this point are basically to hold it until you lose it, or try a pad. Either way, you’re going to end up going, but one of those options might not end with wet shorts.

The plane lurched, and Zoe momentarily lost control and felt the first few drops leak into her panties. She managed to regain control quickly enough, but that slip decided the matter.

“Look away please,” she requested timidly.

With her free hand she reached into her purse and fished around for the pad. Finding it, she pulled it out and tried unsuccessfully to open the wrapper with one hand.

Well, I can’t very well put a pad on with one hand between my legs anyways…

Clenching with all her might, she removed her hand from her crotch and opened the package. She managed to hold tight and prevent further leakage as she slipped her hands under the waistband of her white panties and starting maneuvering the pad into place. An understanding that relief would soon arrive practically doubled her urge to go. She struggled to get the pad into position in time, nearly losing control in the process. Finally, she got it settled and removed her hands from her panties.

Except then she couldn’t get the flow to start. It was almost funny (although her plane ride would have ended very wet had she actually laughed); she had been holding it in so hard for so long, that now she couldn’t get started when she wanted.

Zoe managed to get a few drops out, but unless she expelled a lot more she would never make it to the airport dry. Then she managed to get a decent sprinkling of pee to come out and quickly clenched her muscles to prevent overflowing the pad. She felt an even larger squirt trapped on the verge of escaping; trapped in limbo and threatening to burst the dam and flood her valley. She knew she couldn’t force it back or hold it in much longer. Involuntarily, her bladder released and the jet fountained into the pad. She quickly regained control, but felt another burst trapped with no where to go but out. Fortunately the urge was less intense; she knew she could win this battle, eventually at least.

She willed the trapped liquid forward and then successfully stopped it again. She had nearly regained complete control; only a small amount of urine remained at the point where she couldn’t stop it from coming out.

Looking down at her lap, she noticed there were no visible wet spots at all. She reached a hand around to her butt and felt dampness. The pad had just started to leak, but it had channeled the small wet spot to a place where it wasn’t visible while she was sitting.

Zoe willed the last bit of trapped pee out and felt herself regaining complete control.

Just before she stopped the stream for good, she felt the ground go out from under her. The plane dropped fast and hit the bottom of the air pocket with great force. Gravity applied a vice to her bladder.

Zoe moaned in pain, but she could fight no longer. Her pee had to go somewhere, and the opening to her bladder hadn’t quite closed yet. Pressure wrenched it fully open, and she groaned again as the stream quickly become a raging river. She felt a warm wetness on her bottom as the fleeing liquid overflowed the saturated pad and began pooling on the seat.

Hearing the moan, Jason looked over and must have instantly realized her predicament. With catlike reflexes, he grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them to her knees, nearly pulling her off the seat in the process.

The events of the past three seconds left Zoe in complete shock. She simply sat and peed as she watched the disaster unfold, seemingly from third person. However, she quickly came back to her senses and halted the flow, not even caring about the follow up squirts that hit the now-soaked seat.

Zoe glanced up and saw that Jason had polity resumed looking away. She felt an unwelcome chilling sensation as her bottom lost heat quickly in the sopping wet seat; her shorts and panties were around her knees; and her pee soaked pad lay soggily between her legs. Yet not all was lost, her clothes had a hand-sized wet patch on them, but were not completely soaked.

They might even dry by the time we reach the airport; provided I don’t pull them back up and sit in the wet seat while wearing them,” she silently hoped.

Unfortunately, now she sat exposed in a crowded airplane. Her predicament would be immediately obvious to anyone walking by in the aisle.

“Here, I have a pillow you can cover yourself with,” Jason offered, returning his gaze to Zoe’s eyes… at least, mostly to her eyes.

“Thank you so much,” she said as she took the pillow and put it on her lap.

So much for my chance of a wild fling,” she thought dejectedly, “he probably wouldn’t touch me now even if I begged for it.

She still had to pee badly, but thought she could make it another 30 or so minutes to the airport.

Zoe began really regretting the in-flight Coke right around the time the plane landed. Fortunately she felt confident that she could hold on another 5 or 10 minutes while the plane taxied to the gate. As the plane began taxiing, she reached under herself and felt the seat.

Dry enough,” she thought.

Looking down, she could see that her panties had dried most of the way too. She pulled them back up, followed by her shorts.

The plane rolled towards the terminal, but then stopped short of the gate. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (that, for once, was unrelated to turbulence) she heard the intercom crackle to life,

“a plane is currently stuck in our gate with mechanical difficulties. We expect it will take about thirty minutes to clear. Please do not leave your seats until our plane has been secured at the gate.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, “could this day please get worse.”

“Zoe, I hate to remind you of this, but you need to find a buddy to go with to the restroom once we reach the terminal. This airport is too dangerous for you to go alone,” Jason said firmly.

Zoe didn’t respond; she just laid her head back against the headrest, closed her eyes and sat still.

She spent the next thirty minutes looking around frantically for another female member of the group with whom she could very quickly become a buddy. Unfortunately, all of them appeared to be seated at the back of the plane.

An intense struggle raged within her mind and body. Both hands were wedged firmly between her thighs, and sweat formed on her brow from the intense effort required to keep her legs clamped together.

Oh God do I have to pee. I can’t hold it anymore. I must hold it. It would be so easy to stop the pain, I’d just have to relax a little bit. I can’t lose it, I’m on a Goddamn plane full of people. Just don’t think of waterfalls. Oh shit waterfalls… OH SHIT…… ok.. I’m still in control, that was too close, I think I might have let a little out. I hope it doesn’t show. If we don’t start moving soon I’m going to lose it all…

Thirty three minutes later the plane began rolling forward again and came to rest next to the jetway. Amazingly, Zoe was still in control, even if just barely so. The next few moments passed in a haze. Airport personnel connected the jet to the terminal, and the few passengers in front of her began to disembark. The knowledge that she would soon have complete relief, one way or another, made her urge to go intensify.

She felt the first stab of true pain in her bladder and knew at that moment that in only a matter of seconds it would empty itself regardless of whether she was sitting on a toilet, running through the terminal or standing on the plane.

Leaping over Jason and into the aisle, she grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the door.

“You’re my buddy now,” she said frantically as she pulled him along.

The pair ran through the terminal towards the bathrooms. Eying the sole unisex bathroom, Zoe grabbed the handle and yanked hard. It didn’t budge. It was already occupied.

Utterly defeated, she twisted her legs together and crouched down as Jason stood watching helplessly. She spent a brief moment mentally preparing to wet herself in front of hundreds of people, then felt the first drips of warm pee run down her legs. She continued to hold back as much as she could despite comprehending the inevitability her situation.

At that moment the bathroom door opened and a couple exited. Zoe saw relief, but wasn’t able to move. Fortunately, Jason grabbed her and pulled her up and into the bathroom. The sudden movement made her lose all control. By the time she had taken two steps into the bathroom she had soaked her shorts with a furious stream of pee.

Zoe didn’t even bother pulling down her shorts or panties. She simply sat down on the toilet and peed straight through them. She didn’t bother to stop and pull them down even after she could have regained control. She was too exhausted from holding for so long, and it was far too late anyway.

Jason stood awkwardly in the small bathroom, trying to appear as if he was looking away while still watching her. Fortunately, her gaze was focused down on the mess she was making. The head of Jason’s rock hard erection had gotten trapped under the elastic of his boxers, but every move he made to try and free it made him even harder. Finally, he reached down and yanked up on the elastic band.

Oh shit,” he thought, as he felt himself go beyond the point of no return. Immediately his body tensed, and he held as still as possible while he filled his boxers with cum.

“Your turn,” Zoe said as she finally cut the flow and stood up. Jason saw a look of momentary confusion cross her face as she looked at him. As he walked towards the toilet he looked down and noticed an obvious wet patch on the front of his shorts.


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