SECRET PEEING STORY CHAPTER 2, 3 AND 4



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Posted by wetwednesday on January 04, 2000 at 16:09


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 kids to bring up. She had I suppose got accustomed to sex on her own.

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Chapter 2

Sian and Paul had met for lunch. They ordered baguettes and two coffees and sat overlooking the balcony to the shops below. They had agreed to leave aside the subject that brought them together to this place. They talked for half an hour about themselves and their families, where they went on holiday, what they liked to eat and so on. Of course they knew some of this from their Emails to each other. Not surprisingly though, their Emails had been rather more about what they enjoyed to do with their personal pee experiences.

They had often sent quick little diary items to each other (‘went out to shops today and felt itchy. Peed a little too much. Had to change knickers in loo! Put paper in knickers and peed again through the afternoon’). They also went into more detail, particularly when one of them dreamed up something new, describing it and exchanging questions and ideas on it.

Much of what Paul did in the way of pee-fun, Sian could try too, and vice versa. It was great fun to share that with a like-minded person, even if only in writing. Repeating what the other did was the next best thing to being there.

Sitting at the table, each was assessing the other, trying to build a picture of their intentions. They both had enjoyed their Email correspondence immensely. They didn’t want to jepordise that. But also they both wanted to share their experiences in a more real way. They were both afraid to broach the subject for fear of spoiling it all, even though they each were fairly sure the other felt the same way. Then there was always the personal safety issue, which both of them were aware of. They could not really take it further without having somewhere to do it. They had to be alone obviously, and almost certainly at her place. Paul was as much wary of getting on the wrong side of a returning boyfriend she had not told him about, as she was of not knowing who she was taking in. The dilemma as in so many other similar situations is how do you trust someone when all you know about them is what they have told you?


Time was approaching to leave. Sian went to get two more coffees. When she came back, Paul said “ I saw you stand very still at the till for a moment.... did you....?” “Yes!” she admitted with a small chuckle “pity you can’t see it. I’d like to show you one day” she said with a slight lift of the eyebrows. “I’ve got a small spot spreading to a wet patch right now. Pity we aren’t somewhere else” she added, just to make it quite clear what she was getting at.

“It’s a real pity I can’t see it” said Paul , catching on fast, “because I‘d like to show you my wet patch too! It has dried out a bit now but I wouldn’t mind refreshing it for you!”. Sian said ”When did you do that you cheeky so-&-so! You didn’t tell me, and yes, I’d like to see it one day. You know I like your stories, and I’ve always wondered what it would look like to see you pee yourself for real”. Now there was no doubt. Paul felt happy and Sian felt relaxed, now she had said it. Sian added “of course there would be some things we would need to sort out first”. “Yes” Paul said “lets leave it and have a think. It is a shame we have to go now, it has really been nice to meet you”.

They didn’t kiss, they didn’t hold hands. They walked to the bottom of the stairs like brother and sister, or just the good friends they were. Paul patted her on the arm and said goodbye to her. She smiled and gripped his forearm gently and said he had better send her an Email about how he had wet his pants that day, because he owed her one! As they went their separate ways, both looked back and smiled.


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Chapter 3


EMAIL TO SIAN:

Hi Sian

Hope you got home OK. I really enjoyed meeting you today. You seem as nice in reality as you do from your Emails. Now, about that little wet patch you told me off for keeping secret. Slapped wrist for not telling you. I did that before going to the food court. I stood outside the Hi-Fi shop and felt the urge, so I let a few spurts go. I overdid it a bit, because my Penis was pointing upwards and I you know I really like the trickle of pee as it runs back down and soaks my balls. I had to go into the loo to dry out a bit before we met. Good job I put two pairs of pants on this morning. Sitting at the table I could feel it drying out and wish I had peed a little spurt for you.

I certainly wish I could have showed you. I hope one day I will. You obviously feel the same way as I do. I would love to meet up again soon.

Sian I must be really honest with you. I like you a lot, and now I have met you I feel happier about saying this. I would really and truly like to share some of my pee-fun with you for real, and have you share yours with me, but only if that would not spoil it all. Have you thought about it too?

Paul


EMAIL FROM SIAN: Sian’s reply

Hi Paul

Yes I have thought about it. I think we both know that we want to do it. As we said when we met, there would have to be a few things sorted out, ground rules if you like. My place is the obvious choice, when the kids are at school. That ought to be OK, but you will understand I am wary. I know you are too, and I understand that. To get past that, would you like to come to my place one day, the rules being we stay strictly dry and strictly just for a coffee break?

By the way, I did get home OK. After we left, I was so excirted I wanted to pee myself in the car on the way home. I hitched my dress up when I got in and sat on my usual plastic bag with a newspaper on it. I peed quite a bit and couldn’t wait to get home and rub myself! I came quickly and rather well. The newspaper was quite soggy and my white knickers were light yellow right across my bottom and halfway up the front (must have been that strong coffee!). I hope you enjoy the thought of that.

Let me know

Sian


EMAIL FROM PAUL:


What an image! I did enjoy that thought, and wish I could have seen it for myself. After reading it, I sat on the loo with my pants on, thought of what you did and peed so my bottom got wet too. Then I pulled the elastic down and rubbed for a long and slow come, as I have told you before. Why not do one yourself the same way now to share the feeling?

Your suggestion of a dry meeting at your place sounds a very good idea to me. I think it would chase away any fears either of us might have about moving on to something a lot more special next time.

First question; I would be happy, in fact I deliberately want ground rules. I would not want to let you think that there was a chance of this leading to full sex. It can’t ever. Are you completely happy with that?

Second, Daft question perhaps, after all we have written about. Put bluntly, are you really sure you would truly be happy for me to stand in your kitchen, three feet away from you, peeing into peed pants and finally masturbating? I know you would be doing exactly the same too, but you must be quite sure now that you want eventually to do this. Got right, it would be fantastic enjoyment and add immense value to our Emails. Got wrong, it would totally destroy the whole thing.

What do you think?

Paul

EMAIL FROM SIAN:

Paul

Your first question. How more definitely can I put it than this? I have always masturbated to get an orgasm, never had one any other way. I have not had intercourse for two years now, since my last attempt at a boyfriend. I am truly not that fussed about it. I told you I had a fling with a girlfriend once. That was quite a lot of fun, and taught me it was certainly possible to have sex-fun with someone else without intercourse, but I was not really going there long-term. Also I like peeing too much to miss out on it. Intercourse achieves less for me than a good pee and a rolled-up towel. I would much rather have a relationship without intercourse, oral or anything like that, where I still get to come as often as I like in my favourite way. You have to trust me here.
How do I know you won’t change your mind in the future and want more? I have to trust you on that.


As for your second question, (the daft question) I will give you an answer, but I know you don’t need one because you already know it. Answer; I am fully prepared for what will be happening. In fact if you didn’t show me how much fun you were having, I would be offended. I want to show you. That’s the whole point isn’t it? Doing it together?
I really want to do this. I have thought often of how I could have sex and pee fun together, how to do it also involving a man as a partner, without intercourse cropping up to spoil it. It sounds ideal.

I could see at some time me suggesting you caress my pants but that is all I would want in the way of physical shared experience. How about that as a limit? I will not ever mention it again if you think that is also a problem.

Do you think this is going to be OK?


Sian


EMAIL FROM PAUL:

Yes it will definitely be OK. I won’t mind caressing your pants so long as you promise to pee through my fingers while I am doing it? You could always find out what it feels like to stroke a wet penis if you like. That would be my limit to you.

Paul


EMAIL FROM SIAN:

I have just had to go and lay on my bed with a few towels after your last Email!. You know how to arouse me, don’t you. Just make sure you cut your finger nails first, and you have got a deal, buster.

Sian

Sian and Paul decided to go ahead and really do it. They met once more, in McDonalds, exchanged details and proof of their real identities and fixed a date for coffee at Sian’s place.

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Chapter 4

Paul parked a little way up the road. He took a deep breath and walked with his heart pounding to Sian’s front path. He glanced to see if she was looking out of the window, but she wasn’t. He was on time, so he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. It was a nice tidy house, small, but then there was only Sian and the kids. She had patio-style pots of flowers outside and gravel between the grass and the front window.

Paul saw her walk past the window with a smile. So far so good he thought. She opened the door. “Hello” she said with a rising inflection, “you found it OK then?”. “Yes” he said the little map you drew for me at McDonalds was very good. I came straight here”.

Paul went in. The dining room was at the front and she suggested he came through to the lounge. Paul looked out of the back window. “Nice garden” he said “you seem good at growing things”. “Thanks” she said. She paused;.. “do you remember one of my stories about how I planted those dahlia cuttings out last May wearing a black swimsuit? I like to spend time in the garden!”. Paul remembered. That same evening he had gone to hang out the washing after dark, wearing only thin boxers. He wrote to her in return about how he had peed like she had, crouching down to supposedly pick the pegs up which he had dropped.

“Better not tell me any more about the garden then”, he said. “This is supposed to be a dry meeting!” She smiled, and asked “what shall we talk about then?” . “Oh, I don’t know “ said Paul slowly, “perhaps we should talk about the weather like the English are supposed to when they don’t have anything else to talk about”. “We can do better than that” she said. They talked about all sorts of things; what had been on TV the previous night, about the latest Government minister to be caught out in a sex scandal, the Millennium Dome and whether it was worth visiting.


They talked for nearly an hour. After the third cup of tea, Paul was feeling a little full. “Can I use your loo?” He asked. “Of course” she said, “it’s upstairs, I’ll show you, in fact I’ll show you the whole house.” She took him into the kitchen and then upstairs. “This is the main bedroom” she said. He looked in. Double bed. Ensuite bathroom. “These are the kid’s bedrooms” she said, gesturing to the partly open doors, “and this is the bathroom”. He looked in and saw a bath with a sink and a loo.

She had an idea. “There you are” she said “now I think we should test each other for trust factor”. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Don’t worry” she said “I think we should see if we have both kept our promise. Go in, I am going to come in with you”. Paul feared he would get a massive erection at this prospect. However he needed to pee badly and that concentrated his mind for just long enough.

She had a point. The whole purpose of his visit was to establish the necessary trust to move on. How could they move on if a simple promise could not be kept? For practicality he decided to sit rather than stand. He undid his trousers, pulled down his pants and sat on the loo. This was the first time she had seen any part of him naked. He could tell she was a little excited by this. He sat and peed while he held up the crutch of his pants for her to see. “there you are” he said. They were red, and they were dry. “now it’s your turn”. She lifted her skirt and held it under her chin, She pulled down her knickers for him to see. They were lemon yellow, with a soft pad of white cotton in the crutch. He could see that was dry too. This was the first time he had seen her bush and he was now unable to control his inevitable erection.

“Wow!” she said. “Are you impressed?” he said. “Not really” she said, somewhat destroying the moment. “Seen one. You’ve seen ‘em all”. Paul was relieved in a way. He had already decided it would be very bad idea to try and take things any further today, despite the fact he was busting to come, so he hurriedly stuffed his erection into his pants and pulled his trousers up. She let her skirt fall as she pulled her knickers back up again.

“Think about it” she said “that went well. I think we have both earned ten team points here today”. They went to the kitchen. He certainly felt pleased and so did she. They could trust each other now, and both looked forward to the time they would meet here again.

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