Posted by Eva on January 01, 19100 at 05:27
I've never posted to this site before, but after reading the great erotic stuff here--I just had to share...
Several years ago, before I met my husband, David, I had a friend named Wynona. I called her Noni.
Being part native American and the rest French and Swedish, she was a striking beauty. Myself, I am only your average blonde girl--nothing special.
But Noni turned heads, with her high cheekbones and chestnut brown eyes. Her hair was long--past her waist--and very thick, very straight. It was a lustrous dark brown and always smelled of freshly cut flowers.
Suffice it to say--even though I'm basically straight--this woman had the kind of natural beauty that could not be ignored.
We became close friends, cooking together, taking college classes together, eventually becoming roommates after she broke up with an abusive boyfriend.
Seeing her every day, in all the intimate situations that roommates do--after stepping out of the shower, while dressing, occasionally with the bedsheets kicked off and her nightie hiked up around her waist...Well, it was inevitable that I'd have to notice her sensuously long, tanned legs and flawless skin.
But, at the time, I denied to myself that my appreciation of her beauty was anything other than from an artistic standpoint (I was an art major). Drawing and sculpting the roundnesses and smooth planes of the human form were me stock and trade, after all.
Still, when she had the occasional date, I would feel restless until I heard her key in the front door lock. Then we would sit close together on the couch, drinking cold beer and she would tell me all the "gory details" of her evening.
Her dates with these various men were seldom sexual, because she feared becoming involved with another man that would hurt her. In fact, she often had to physically resist some guys when they were reluctant to take "no" for an answer. These kinds of incidents she found distasteful.
So, eventually, we began to double-date. Noni made it clear to her prospective dates that if they wanted to take her out, they had to come up with a friend for me. Not that I couldn't get dates on my own, you understand, it's simply that I had no interest in cultivating boyfriend/girlfriend relationships back then. I was immersed in my art, my classes, and Noni filled my needs for companionship.
So, we went ahead with this arrangement for several months, until the most incredible thing happened...
It was a few weeks before Thanksgiving, when Noni came home and said Don wanted us to go out this coming Friday night. He was bringing Todd for me.
I grimaced. Don and Todd were cousins, and we'd been out with them before. Don was good-looking and had a quick wit. Todd was OK, too--but like I said, I just wasn't into dating at that point in my life.
When our dates showed up on Friday night, instead of the simple dinner/movie that Noni and I had dressed for, Don said that one of his co-workers was having a birthday bash. Don worked at a film company, and he swore that there would be some big name movie celebrities at this party.
The whole thing sounded vague and fishy to me. I didn't want us stuck out somewhere that we weren't familiar with--with only these two guys to depend on.
But, Noni was excited by the suggestion--fancy house, movie stars, etc. She really wanted to go. "OK, but I'm not changing again for this," I told her, with a touch of annoyance in my voice.
Don said, "Don't worry. You two look great."
Noni was wearing a cream colored linen pantsuit, with a white halter top underneath the jacket. The color played up her exotic features and tanned skin. She was gracefully tall, and the high heels complimented this.
I wore a leather jacket over a tasteful blue slip-dress and high heels.
I have pretty nice legs (of which I'm proud) and large soft breasts. Noni's breasts (though smaller than mine) stood out enticingly under the thin fabric of her white halter. They were rounded and needed no bra to support them (unlike my own, which never venture out of the house without cross-your-heart shaping). The cold night air caused Noni's nipples to jut out arrogantly, as well as the brown areola around them. With each step, Noni's breasts gently jiggled against the cloth. I just couldn't help noticing out of the corner of my eye, as we walked to Don's car.
The drive to the party seemed to take forever--not surprising, considering the traffic gridlock on L.A. area freeways, especially on a Friday night. Then after getting off of the freeway there was a series of narrow, winding roads that snaked around steep and rugged canyons, climbing higher and higher into the hills. Actually, this party seemed pretty damned far away from L.A., to me.
Eventually, we left the winding two-lane roads and entered a tree lined private road. At last, the car emerged into a paved clearing containing a large, expensive looking house, beneath a chilly, star-filled sky. There were many cars there, and much noise of laughter and talking and music.
Once we got inside--surprisingly--I began to have a good time. Todd wasn't such a bore, after all, and the food and drinks were good. We danced and drank beer. Noni, too.
After a little over an hour, or so, I began to feel the effects of the beer on my bladder, so I excused myself to the bathroom. Some time after this, Noni did the same.
I was just thinking that she'd been gone a long time when she reappeared, looking a trifle sheepish.
"Eva, you could use a touch-up," she said, tapping my cheek. OK, I thought, and off we went together.
When the bathroom door had been locked behind us, I began digging in my purse for my pressed powder compact. "No, no, Eva--help me," Noni said, pulling my hands away from my bag.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"This ******* zipper is stuck. I've tugged and pulled and I just can't get it to budge."
"Oh, so that's what took you so long...Well, here, let me try..." And I knelt down to get a good look at the zipper while trying to move the tab up or down. No luck.
"Noni, the fabric is all the way in the zipper teeth--I don't think pulling will work. Maybe I can get a hold of it with my nails and work it loose." I picked and tugged. the zipper would not be moved.
"Eva, I've got to pee, OK? I needed to before, and I need to even more now. C'mon..."
"Noni, I'm trying..."
"Pull harder, Eva..." After a few more tries, she pushed my hand away and tried again herself.
"Damn it!" she snapped.
"Let me try again." I gave that zipper a mighty yanking in all directions, till we both heard the faint sound of threads breaking.
Noni said, "Stop--I can't walk back out there with the front of my pants a gaping rip." She bit her thumbnail and stamped her foot. "I've got to use the toilet. I can't just hold it forever."
"Let's go home, Noni. There we can get these pants off any way that we have to, OK?"
She bit her lip. "OK. We've gotta do it. It's a long ride home."
We went and told our dates that Noni was feeling ill and that we had to leave. Now.
Don and Todd were noticeably angry, and our drive home was pretty silent.
Noni and I insisted on sitting in the back seat together (mainly because Noni was worried that if she sat in front, Don would notice how much she needed to urinate--Noni was a very modest person).
The guys did not take that too well, assuming, I suppose, that it was another sign that we were rejecting them.
What the hell, I figured.
Noni sat with her arms folded most of the way down the canyons, with her elbows resting on her knees. Her jaw muscles were working with the effort of containing herself, and her knees were clamped together.
By the time that our car had joined the river of headlights on the main freeway, Noni had uncrossed her arms, and now sat with her hands on her knees. Occasionally, when our dates seemed unlikely to glance back at us, she would hunch forward slightly as she tightened all of her muscles to squeeze her sphincter closed.
Traffic was slow, at times only inching forward. Finally, at the point where it seemed to me that we should have been close to home, I could see that we were still only beginning our descent into the L.A. basin.
Noni leaned over and whispered, "Eva, I really gotta go..really.." Her eyes were tense and worried. Now, when the guys weren't looking, Noni would sneak her hand between her legs and try to help her straining bladder by holding her crotch. The second that she thought that Don and Todd might look at her, she'd snatch her hand away.
45 minutes later, and Noni was jiggling her knees up and down, and scooting her bottom forward and back. And finally we saw the cause of the traffic delay--a major collision between several cars, covering three lanes of the freeway on our side.
She whispered in my ear, "I'm scared I'm going to have an accident. I have to go so BAD. We've just got to get there soon."
Another half hour, or so, and finally we were into the neighborhood surrounding our home. Noni was rocking noticeably now. She whispered, "Let me borrow your jacket."
I gave it to her. She draped it over her lap, to conceal her hand jammed firmly between her legs. Every now and then, she would rub her crotch and shove her hand deeper down.
Don and todd exchanged knowing smirks.
That made me mad. Who the **** were they, to make fun of her?
Noni whispered, "Ah, ah, Eva--I have to pee SO BAD! I can't hold it much longer. I'll just die if I have an accident in my pants...I have to PEE!"
We pulled up to the curb in front of our house, and I jumped out of the car. It took me a second to realize that Noni was not right behind me.
Looking in the open car door, I saw Noni sitting with an agonized look on her face--Uh-oh, I thought, she's already pissed herself and is afraid to stand up and let the guys see...
Noni said, with a sob in her voice, "Eva, I'm not going to make it. When I stand up, I'm going to pee in my pants. I know it. Eva-Eva! I'm going to--" at that moment, she made a leap for the curb and ran several steps across the lawn. She sank to a crouching position, ankles crossed, one hand on the ground, the other clutching her crotch.
She gasped and sobbed, "Oh no-no! I'm peeing in my pants! I'm peeing my pants..." Her shouldrs heaved as she sobbed.
A wet spot bloomed across the seat of her pants. Within seconds, she was completely soaked from one side to the other, and up the back of her pants to where her short jacket hung.
3 or 4 large streams of urine poured out of her pants, measuring several inches across her butt. Some of it ran down and saturated her pants legs. The linen became practically transparent and her pink bikini briefs were clearly visible. The sound of her pissing on the concrete walkway seemed quite loud to me.
She cried, "Eva, c'mere...please..."
Oddly, I was both horrified and fascinated at the same time. I felt bad for her, but I suddenly felt the strangest tingling deep inside me.
I flew to her side, took her elbow gently and helped her up. She plucked at the thighs of her ruined pants, which now clung to her in big dripping wrinkles. "Look at me--I'm so ashamed! I peed my pants. I'm so ashamed I wet my pants--in front of everyone!"
At that moment, we heard muffled laughter. I spun around and glared at Don and Todd. "**** you, bastards!" I snapped and propelled Noni to our door.
Her arms were draped around my shoulders as I unlocked our door. She sobbed steadily as I guided her to the bathroom and leaned her against the sink.
"I'll be right back, Noni.." I backed away and ran to the kitchen to fetch a pair of shears.
I returned and began to cut through the front of her wet pants. All the while her face remained covered by her hands and she hung her head. "I'm so ashamed...I-peed-my-pants-I-peed-my-pants..."
"It's OK Noni--It's OK..." I pulled the pants down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them.
"Don't cry, Noni. It's not a big deal--"
"It is!" she cried. "They laughed at me--I even bet that you think it's funny!"
"No, I don't, Noni. This could happen to anyone..."
"It doesn't happen to you!" she yelled. "I am so ashamed..."
"You're my best friend. You mean a lot to me. What do I care about a little pee?" I stroked her shoulders. "C'mon--you're the most beautiful, coolest person I know, OK?"
"Yeah, right..." she gulped back a sob.
"You'll feel way better after a warm bath, clean clothes and a warm bed. I'll take care of it. Hang on..." I turned on the bathtub taps and adjusted the temperature to a soothing warmth. I poured in her favorite bubble bath and folded a fluffy bath towel on the tub's ledge.
Then I turned back to her and unfastened the halter top, the bottom of which was also damp with urine. I had to admit, I was surprised by the huge amount that had emptied from her bladder.
Again her rounded, upstanding breasts caught my eye. They quivered with each sob and the nipples danced beneath the flimsy white cloth.
After the halter, the panties were removed and while I was on my knees before her, I also helped her out of her high heels. I looked up and was stunned by the closeness of her naked beauty. My face was on the same level as her lush dark brown bush, and I could detect the faint scent of her urine clinging to it.
"C'mon. You'll feel better, Noni. C'mon." I guided her to the tub and eased her into the fragrant water. I positioned the folded towel behind her neck. I coiled her silky hair atop her head and secured it with a giant clip from the basket by the sink.
I took a thick sponge and squeezed the water over her and gently rubbed it over her arms, shoulders and hands.
At last, her hands slipped down into the water, but her eyes remained closed. I sensed that she still felt too humiliated to meet my gaze.
So, I continued my gentle cleansing, down to her incredible breasts. They were buoyed up by the water a little, and as I agitated the water, they swayed invitingly. Puffs of froth clustered around her, playing peek-a-boo with those irresistable light brown nipples.
I went down farther, reaching under the suds to wash her belly and ribs, then her hips. She raised her kees to allow me to wash her legs. I was entranced with the stroking of the sponge on her tanned skin. Her feet I washed with special care, using my hands to caress and soothe any muscular tension in the soles and balls of her feet. Gently, I massaged her toes individually.
My breathing was deep and trembling. I had reached the tips of her toes, and I was desolate that there was no longer any other reason for me to keep touching her. But, I had to keep touching her--how could I stop now?
I had never felt such explosive desire for anyone else in my life. My breasts ached to be touched, my mouth tingled to taste hers. Between my legs I felt swollen and wet--my pussy demanded touching even more than my nipples.
But, I couldn't just keep groping her--no matter how badly I wanted to. She was my best friend in the world. She trusted me to treat her right.
Reluctantly, I stopped. I started to stand, when her hand gently caught my wrist.
"I'm not clean all over, Eva."
"Huh?" I mumbled.
She now looked me directly in the eye and said in a husky voice, "You didn't wash me here," and her hand guided mine below the scented suds and pushed it into her thick, soft pubic hair.
"OK," was all I could barely whisper.
At first, she directed my fingers to her hard little button, and the tight slit farther back. But, in a few moments, my hand found it's own rhythm and motion.
My clit neede to be touched, too, but I was fully clothed and Noni needed what I was giving her right now. I wanted to feel her come.
Impulsively, I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine, our tongues probing each other. My other hand encircled her smooth round breast and flicked her eager nipple.
My lips moved to her other nipple. I gently sucked and pulled on her nipple. She moaned softly.
My right thumb firmly stroked and circled her clit, while my two middle fingers slid in and out of her pussy.
Gradually, I increased the tempo and Noni grunted approvingly. Her breasts were heaving and I filled her mouth with mine again. Her breaths were deep and fast, with the occasional grunt or sigh.
Suddenly, her gasps found a voice, "Huh-uh-unh-uh-uh-uh-huhh!" Her body arched against my hand and I could feel the spasmodic muscular contractions in her vagina.
This moment was transcendant for me, and seemed to go on for a long time.
As I mentioned before, I too, desperately needed sexual release, but that is going to have to wait for another post because this one has gone on so long alrady.
I have to get ready for work, so I'll say "Bye for now."
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