Posted by WetCanadian on January 03, 2000 at 22:13
Hey, I do not post very often, because I do not see too many sightings. I thought I'd try and make one up for all of ya.
Any responses are appreciated.
Sara was the kind of girl that turned heads wherever she went. In her eyes, she wasn't anything special, although guys seem to enjoy taking in all of her natural beauty. It was something about the long, smooth legs, the firm breasts, or the silky blonde hair. She got a lot of attention, which made her almost self-conscious all of the time. She was very modest, and had difficulty talking about her body around guys. She was not the chatty type around women either, although she enjoyed polite conversation.
It was the morning of New Year's Eve 1999 when she recieved a call from one of her few close friends.
'Hello Sara, everybody from work is going out tonite to Times Square to see the ball drop. Why don't you come along?'
Sara replied 'Everyone? Even Jim?'
'Yes, even Jim'
Sara pretty much had her mind made up at this point. Jim was a major jerk to her, but was Prince Charming to all the other women. A couple years back, she and Jim were going steady, until Jim decided that things were moving slowly. He made advances on her several times before she decided that they were finished. Jim took this terribly and decided to hold a grudge against her for many years. Sara, also being a proud woman, would not quit her job, just so Jim would win.
'No, I think I'll just stay home' replied Sara
'Oh come on, it'll be fun. I PROMISE' the other person replied.
'All right then.'
'Good, we'll pick you up at about 8 o'clock.'
And so, Sara had a night of fun (hopefully) ahead of her.
She was anxious, however, about having to face Jim all night. She drank much more coffee than normal, hoping the higher amount of caffeine would help.
It was about 7:50 when her friends pulled into the driveway.
She got in and off they went. It was about a 1 hour drive there, without traffic. Sara knew this would not be the case tonight. She also was aware of the building pressure inside of her. She willed the car to hurry up, so she could get to one of the port-o-potties. The traffic stalled them until about 10 o'clock when they finally got to Time Square. Her heart sank when she saw the queues for the potties. She lined up, but was dragged away by Jim.
'Come on, you're going to miss everything if you wait for THAT' said Jim
'Yeah come on Sara!' said her friends
She decided that she probably wouldn't last anyway, and allowed herself to be dragged to the centre.
That night, she was wearing her favorite faded blue jeans, and her favorite blure sweater. Underneath, white cotton bikinis were concealed, along with a frilly white bra.
Anyways, the night went on, during which her modesty prevented her from showing any major signs of desperation. It was now about 11:30 and she more desperate than she ever had in her entire life. Eventually, her modesty broke down, and she snuck a hand down to relieve some of the pressure. It did not help much, and she realized that she might wet herself. This seemed like a disastrous thing to her, and suffered through another hour before they were able to leave. As she was leaving, she glanced hopefull at the potties, but the queues were simply too long. She reluctantly got into the car, and they were off. In light of their earlier problems with the traffic, they took a different way. They made it in 1 1/2 hours, and she was willing them to hurry up. She finally got home, and felt as if she was about to let loose a torrent into her fresh bikinis. She rushed up the stairs to her room, letting spurts go as she ran. She went to her door and looked down at her jeans. She thrusted both her hands into her crotch as her tired sphincter muscles gave out. A stain errupted around her fly, spreading down her legs. She stood there peeing for what must have been half a minute, trying to cut the flow before she just relaxed. The urine escaped at such a velocity now that she could hear it hissing. She finally stopped, and heard a snicker behind her. It was Jim. He had followed her up the stairs! She turned around and promptl kicked hime in the balls, and in his drunken stupor (he was the 'life' of the party, as usual) he let loose a flood into his jeans. She watched it flow for a second, before she unlocked her door, went in, and locked it behind her.
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