Posted by wetwednesday on January 04, 2000 at 00:28
A fantasy story.
“Well “said Sian, “you look pretty much as I expected. Nice to meet you at last”. “And you” said Paul. “ I wondered if you would come”.
They had arranged to meet at the food court of the Grafton Centre in Cambridge; a large shopping centre, public enough for their personal safety, anonymous enough to be ignored by everyone else. The rest of the world carried on with its self-important business, unaware of the mixture of excitement and caution they both felt.
Sian and Paul had exchanged many Emails over the past few months. They felt they knew each other very well. They certainly had a shared interest, that’s for sure. They both liked to pee in secret, into their underwear. They liked the feel of warm wet cotton. The sheer pleasure of doing it when the mood took them. Perhaps too, just a little naughtiness as well.
They each knew the other was likely to be genuine. They had told each other by Email how they enjoyed the feel of fresh warm pee having been sent on its way, the feel of it trickling and squeezing through the last millimetres into their pants. The small yellow spurt they (but nobody else around them) knew was being released into the happy dampness that had been there on and off all day. Only a person with genuinely the same feelings would be able to write in a way the other would be fully in tune with.
The attraction between them had not been sexual in the formal boy-girl sense. Sure, the whole thing was ultimately a sexual turn-on for each of them. They knew that. Indeed, the detail in many of their exchanged stories had ended with Paul’s right hand forming a sleeve around his penis, and with three of Sian’s fingers sliding between her lips through warm wet cotton. The attraction was on the level of friends with shared interests.
“The trouble is” Sian said, “it’s only the Internet that’s made it possible for people like us to get to know there are others out there, and that we aren’t freaks. You can hardly advertise in newsagents the same way as clubs for gardening, singing or pottery!”. She was right. “People like us who want to wet ourselves and masturbate are not easily understood by most of the population” said Paul. “ My wife understands why I like pee-fun. She did pee a couple of times for me but really does not like to add peeing to sex”.
Paul had decided to put the subject aside from his relationship. He loved his wife and they had been together for a long time. They had a reasonable sex life. She did not know about his meeting with Sian, and he would rather she did not. He had no intention of adultery. He hoped Sian was true to her Emails and didn’t want to go that far either. She had her reasons. Her husband had left her a while ago, and she had a kid to bring up. She had I suppose got accustomed to sex on her own.
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Lazy I know, but I shan’t bother to write the rest of this fantasy unless someone else wants to read it.
RSVP to this board if you want the next instalment. If no-one is really interested, I would still like to hear from other fans of peeing in secret. By definition we probably tend not to post so often as those who enjoy spectacular public peeing.
WW
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