Re: Sure I liked it



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Posted by Lloyd on December 12, 1998 at 17:23

In Reply to: Re: Sure I liked it posted by Naomi on December 11, 1998 at 15:20

Hi, Naomi! Wow, what wonderful, hot wet times you have with your friend Jo. That story of your happy, tipsy, wet walk home together reminded me of my own experience with a lovely young lady in Melbourne (Australia) once...

This beauty (I'll call her Rachel) met me at the hotel I was staying in, and took me for a night out in one of Melbourne's sidewalk cafe areas. We walked to her favourite Italian restaurant, talking all the way about pants-pissing. Turns out that she had independently discovered pants-pissing with her ex-boyfriend. He was fingering her through her pants one night at a party, and due to having drunk heavily and sat for some time in the one place while doing so, she had a rather full but not painful bladder, so when she started really getting turned on and enjoying his attentions, she started leaking through her pants all over his hand. He wasn't amused and wouldn't even talk to her about it, even though she really wanted to. Eventually they broke up and I was the first man to talk to her about it since then.

Anyway, we were walking along talking about it; the salk was probably about 30-45 minutes, and during that time, we covered most of the overall aspects. She misunderstood at one point when I said that I liked to do it in little squirts when I'm just out walking, and I didn't realise it until I noticed that she had been quiet for a little while, and I asked her why. She said that she had been trying to pee a squirt while we were walking along and couldn't. I told her, no, you usually have to stop for a moment to do that. With that, she stopped for about 10 seconds, and then said, "Oh, yeh. Now I see!" She actually peed a squirt in her baggy black jeans right there in the street!

Well, that got the night started with a bang. After that, we went into the restaurant, and shared a great big carrafe of beautiful Italian red and a huge plate of antipasto. Over a period of something like 2 hours, we polished off the wine and the antipasto, getting tipsier all the while, and talking openly, even blatantly, about peeing our pants, times we had done it, what was great about it, and what we most liked about it, and by the time we left, we were both taking bets on one or both of us peeing our pants on the walk home. Neither of us even mentioned going to the toilet before we left. As soon as we were outside, I admitted that I had to pee pretty bad, but that I deliberately didn't go at the restaurant. Rachel said that she had to pee too but was deliberately holding it. I told her I just knew something was going to happen on the way home, and she just grinned at me. She knew too!

About half way home, we had been egging each other on, talking about doing it while we were walking and all that. We were talking about how much we both wanted to pee. I was just biding my time - I knew I was working up to something, and I think she knew it as well. She on the other hand, unknown to me, was wearing the only pair of jeans she had that weren't in the wash and trying really hard NOT to pee in them as she had to wear them to work the next day. A couple of times I told her I could just pee right now, no delay, just do it. She said she could as well. Neither of us had up to that point, but the conversation was getting really hot! Then I started to talk about pants-pissing in erotic videos (almost unheard-of in those days) and the cover of one that I had seen in a catalogue once. It was a "Golden Geisel" and pictured a man and woman on the cover, the man on the floor, with the woman standing straddled over his head, in a tight pair of pedal-pushers and bustiere top; she was pulling the material of her pedal-pushers tight against her crotch and peeing through them onto the guy.

We were in a quiet sidestreet about 5-10 minutes away from her house when I started describing this video. The street was darkened, jsut lit enough to be able to see each other reasonably well, without being too obvious from the few passing cars. When I got to the description of the cover, I stopped walking, turned slightly away from the street, and she turned and moved to stand slightly in front of me, with a good view of my coming description... She had a pensive, expectant look on her face, and she obviously knew as well as I did what was coming. She was also standing with her legs tightly pressed together, no hand in the crotch, but obviously needing to pee. I described the man on the floor and then modelled the woman straddling the man and pulled the material of my trousers tight like she had, all the time Rachel saying 'yes, and...'. All the time, I was building up to peeing, getting on the verge, so as I got to the description of what the woman was doing, I just pushed HARD, and sent a solid stream straight through the crotch of my underpants and trousers. I watched Rachel's face. She was fascinated. I kept peeing for something like about 5 seconds, although it felt like a lot longer, and then stopped. She said 'wow', and that now we had to get home real fast, or she'd wet her pants. I said why don't you try it, and that's when she told me that she had to wear them the next day. So I said that she should do it in her knickers (panties) when she got home. She said she was already going to. We hurried home as fast as we could, with her occasionally urging me to walk quickly, and by the time we got there, she was doing a pee dance. She got the door open and dashed to the loo, undoing her jeans as she ran, and dived into the loo, sliding the door shut behind her and almost immediately I heard her start to pee and her urine hit the water. She was peeing hard and loud. Even though I couldn't see her, I knew what she was doing just by the sound of it. I asked her how it felt, and she said it felt good. I knew when she finished peeing, because the sound of the solid stream on urine in the water diminished and slowly became a dribble and finally individual drips that lasted for another 10 seconds or so. I didn't hear her use any toilet paper, and the next thing I knew she was out, jeans back up and washing her hands. I asked her again what if felt like and she again said good, and that it felt just like she expected it to. I guess that proved she'd had some experience... Then it was my turn, and I finished peeing my pants sitting on the loo in my underpants, and she came to the door which I had left slightly open to talk to her and looked in on me as I visibly soaked them. She asked me how it felt, as well and I said it felt fantastic, at which she smiled. She went straight from there into her room and changed out of the wet knickers and into dry ones to keep her jeans dry.

That was the first and last time we ever peed our pants together, but we talked about it much more in the years to come.

Hope you liked this little story, Naomi, and anyone else who's reading this.

Bye all
Lloyd.

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