Posted by Flo (French one) on October 27, 2000 at 03:35
I am going to tell you friends “ondiniste” today, how I discovered the pleasure who unite to us all.
Some years ago, I was in holidays linguistics in England (Formidable stay because I there discovered the wee-wee pleasure, but not convincing, to learn the English language. I am always bad in English also any of numerous stay and I apologize to it people speaking only English) As a lot, I was accommodated in a family. No strangers, not, people who knew my parents for a long time.
There was a father about 40 years old in this time, the little younger mother and son of the family , 16 years old. The son, that by convenience I would call Bob, was so younger than me of 2 years. By arriving in this family, I had quickly got on with him. Our relation was funny because he spoke and understood French as bad as me English.
The first days we got acquainted to us and our reports were quickly based on the “quiproquos” of language.
Bob altogether, was a rather shy boy, not being in the habit manifestly of being next to a girl of my age.
We lived Bob and me in the neighboring house of his parents. This house had belonged of living to them to the grandparents of Bob. It consisted as all the houses of the street, the first floor and the second floor. Below, a stay, a dining room and a kitchen. At the top two chambers and the room of bath with the loo.
This morning there, I woke up as usual with an envy urgent to urinate. I got up, put a small breeches of cotton light gray color, a T-shirt, and took the way of toilet on the toes not to wake Bob who slept in the second chamber.
Arrived in front of the door I turned the handle to open but there, contrary in usually, it remained closed.
I insisted again but nothing to do this cursed door refused stubbornly to open.
After several fruitless attempts, I began to waddle of a foot on the other one so my urge to urinate was strong.
Check my daughter no panic!
One : Loo was inaccessible.
Two: I want.
Three: If I wake Bob how to make understand him in English that I do not manage to open and that I have an urge terrible to urinate.
With a mixture of fear and shame, I felt a little from wee-wee escaping in spite of me of my sex and wetting my small breeches.
Instinctively, I shaped my hand of conch between my legs by pressing hardly on my sex while squeezing thighs very strong to prevent the worst from arriving.
There more prevarication it is necessary to make a decision I say to myself.
I did a step forward in the corridor in the direction of Bob's room.
Again, a little of wee-wee exit in spite of me of my sex, wetting more my small cotton breeches.
I petrified not daring any more to do a movement to lose the control of my bladder.
Weakly I say:
Help please help me Bob!
Not obtaining answer, I say stronger
Bob I need some help please!
He would have should hear my appeal, because the springs of his bed creaked then after some seconds which seemed to me endless, the door opened.
Bob in a skin-tight pair of underpants with scores, the quite sleepy air, appeared in the entrebaillement of the door and seeing me skipping of a foot to foot, the body folded in two, hands wedged between my thighs petrifies the mouth opened big, eyes opened wide by the surprise.
In front of his dazed air, I almost laugh.
A new jet of urine directly in my breeches, clamped me my laughter in the throat, transforming it into a complaint.
“Pleeeeaaase Bob help me je vais faire dans ma culotte” (I am going to wet my breeches), open this door please I say mixing in the panic French and English.
After a moment which for me was an eternity , he understood the situation. He approached of me and said in my big surprise with his funny accent.
“Do it for me! Faisez Flo”
I was to nail on the spot by the surprise.
What! This small fellow wanted that I urinate, up , in front of him, in my breeches. Unthinkable!
No. I can' t do that I do say
Why not? He says
I remained silent not finding any more my words so I was perplexed. Then, the drama occurred. My muscles being able to no much longer contain my bladder, I began pissing in my hands joined on my sex without being able to stop me. At the beginning, the liquid stayed in my palms then, quickly, it escaped, in my big shame, between my fingers then along my thighs, streaming finally on my calfs to finish his crazy running in a puddle which gets bigger gradually between my feet.
I sobbed of shame and fury not to be able to dike the stream.
Bob came to me, me embraced everything against him tenderly, by saying me of sweet way
Don’t cry, baby don’t cry its nothing
While continuing to empty me, I curled up by sobbing on the ground the entraining with me in puddle which took proportions disturbing.
Once on the ground, without being able to stop me, I continued to piss.
In my big surprise, the heat under my tempered buttocks, the sensation to be well felt in the fur and has measure that the pressure decreased in my stomach, the contact of Bob's skin on me, began to provoke me in the spinal column of the pleasant shudders.
I stopped sobbing and while sniffing, I opened eyes.
Stunned, I saw completely set up Bob's sex, as a checkmate of vessel, going out half of its breeches.
Instinctively, my hand taken up its yard and I began to shake him. In some seconds, he reaches the orgasm and a jet of sperm taken out of his sex.
In this sight, I felt my flowed vagina. I drop him, then in the same movement, my hand went into my breeches quite dipped by my urine and maintaining of my feminine secretions. My hand reached its purpose and my agile fingers began their crazy saraband on my clitoris which not asked more than that. While I looked myself of the pleasure in front of him, he look to me with passion. The strangeness of the situation, sat in my urine, masturbating me in front of a kid younger than me, the pleasure which had me invades at the end of my envy to piss, to have made him enjoy in my hand so quickly, all this contributed to do me as quickly as him, reach the orgasm. I felt my eyes turn off, my nipples hardened, and the enjoyment pierced me as a stab. I began moaning as a lunatic under my own caresses and during some seconds the world missing persons for me.