Posted by Bee on January 18, 2000 at 14:08
So, I pissed my pants. Big deal. Iím the only one who might be bothered about it, right? What? Sorry, could you say that again? You want me to tell you about it? Why? No, never mind, Iíll tell you.
It began earlier this evening. We sat at a friendís house, drank some beer and talked. Someone suggested we go into town, and we all agreed that was a good idea. So we went. We ordered a taxi and everybody lined up for the loo. I didnít really need to go, yet, I thought Iíd be fine until we got Ďsomewhereí, wherever that would be, so I skipped it. And I was right, I was still fine when we got to this club someone knew of. I mean, if I had gone I would have no trouble pissing, but I kind of like to hold it for a while, if you know what I mean. Nothing kinky, just enjoying the pressure, sort of. Itís an exciting feeling, when you need to piss and you know that there is a bathroom within reach. Donít you agree? Just holding it. Could it be because itís the same muscles one uses when one is fucking, you think? I know itís not exactly the same, but when you hold it, you clench those muscles too. At least I do. Anyway, I was beginning to plan my trip when my friends came and said we should move on. There was some party somewhere nearby. So I went. To the party, not the bathroom. They were bound to have one in their home, werenít they? The ones giving the party, I mean. Anyway, when we got there I was pretty uncomfortable, I really needed to concentrate on my pissfilled bladder or I might be in the dangerzone of loosing it. I got a beer from somewhere, and drank it. Guess where it went? Yup, the shortest way, and now it was time to go. No more time to fiddle around, so I went. The bathroom was occupied, and there was a line of about seven people. And they took forever, I swear! Just girls, you know, so I bet you they were powdering their noses and stuff before they left. I couldnít cope, so instead I went into the garden. It was dark, so I figured there would be somewhere to piss. The bloody garden was crowded! You wouldnít have believed it, all those people, everywhere, chatting, drinking, laughing, snooking. No place to squat and relieve oneself. It was a very small garden, by the way, so maybe there werenít really as many as I thought, but it was crowded all right. Well, what was I to do? I had to go, so I went. I spread my legs a bit, relaxed and OH MY GOD what a grand feeling! It started with a trickle, it sort of sneaked its way down my pussy, very warm, almost hot. Ah, I see, this is what you were on to? This is what you want to hear about? All right, Iíll tell you. Like I said, a trickle. It tickled me, sort of like a light touch of a tongue. I closed my eyes then, this was great and I wanted to enjoy it. There were a few more trickles, and soon my panties were beginning to get wet. I still felt the urge to piss, I needed to go so bad, and at the same time I was incredibly horny. Can you believe that? Oh, yes, I see you can. Then a gush, itís the only word I can think of. A hot gush, right through my pants and down my thighs. I was wet, soaking, pissing wet. And then, the flood, oh, that hot, strong flood, streaming out of me, down my legs, up my ass, my god, what a relief. I just pissed, and pissed, and pissed. All the time, it was that tickling feeling, you know, like I told you. Like a tongue. I do love a man with a good tongue. I was so horny, and still pissing, it was all I could do not to put my had back between my legs and masturbate. When I thought I was done, I pushed, and there was more. I kept on pissing, wetting my wet pants, tickling my pussy with my piss. Then I left. I walked to the underground station, and all the way I felt how wet I am, all the way down to my feet, my ass is wet, my pussy is very very wet, in every way. Yes, you may. Please, do, yes, put you hand right there, oh yes, ohÖ