SHOPPING FOR A WEE
The girl who came into my shop the other day was absolutely
gorgeous, She was wearing a short Grey dress with a low cut top
that showed off her ample firm cleavage. As she came through the
door I could sense some thing was wrong. She trotted straight up
to me at the counter and hurriedly asked me where the Ladies was.
It looked as if she was bursting as she couldn’t seem to
stand still and seemed rather agitated.
The only loo in the store was really meant only for
staff and I told her this. She said that if she didn’t go
soon she would wet herself for sure so I agreed to take her back
to the storeroom. I got someone else to mind the till and then
ushered her through into the back. We had to first walk the
entire length of the stockroom as the loo was right at the back.
I had to keep an eye out for my manager as I knew I could be in
trouble if found out and told her so. She thanked me saying that
she’d have several drinks at lunchtime and had then found
the loo’s in the shopping center shut.
We were now walking down a dark corridor. The girl
was becoming increasingly concerned and kept fingering herself.
She caught me watching her and confessed that she was close to
wetting her knickers. Just the thought set my pulse racing. She
then, completely out of the blue, said that needing to wee often
completely turned her on and that she could really do with a fuck
right now. I couldn’t believe it but before I knew what was
going on she had dragged me inside the tiny cubicle with her and
was frantically running her hands all over my body.
Naturally my body responded to her touch and I found
myself returning the compliment by tracing my hands down her
sides and peeling the hem of her dress up so that I could clearly
see her knickers. She begged me to touch her so I could feel how
desperate she was to pee and my eyes opened wide as she thrust
her body against mine so I could feel the firmness of her bladder
against my thigh. My hand instinctively wandered to her groin and
my fingers curled round the lining of her tight panties until
they were pressed tight against her
pussy.
She kept thrusting until my fingers slid inside her
wet hole and I found myself wanking her off. She was gasping
outloud and begging me to do it harder. This I did until she
shrieked she was on the point of coming. I slowed, not wanting to
finish her off just yet, and she murmured with pleasure at my
decision. While I withdrew my sticky hot fingers she turned her
attention to my dick which was of course straining under my
underpants. She carefully undid the buckle of my jeans and tugged
both them and my pants to my ankles. My dick sprang to attention
and she traced her fingers along its shaft. Then she curled her
fingers under my balls and squeezed them gently. They were very
full and tight by this time as it had been a long time since I
had last ejaculated.
Gradually she squeezed harder, pausing now and then
to rub my dick until I was begging her to finish the job. I didn’t
care if she allowed me to come inside her or right here and now
over the toilet walls. My balls were aching to come. She could
sense I was getting close and while she squeezed the tip of my
dick to prevent my climax a bit longer she eased down her
knickers with her other hand, giving a first wondrous look at her
furry triangle. We were both absolutely gagging for it. She said
she simply had to pee first otherwise it would hurt too much.
Just as she crouched onto the loo seat there was a knock at the
main door and a guy outside said he needed to wash his hands.
We were inside the cubicle which I hurriedly locked,
while there was a small wash basin, mirror etc outside. I shouted
for him to come in after holding a finger to my lips to tell my
companion to be quiet. She sat there perfectly still while I
stood before her with my dick still aflame. We listened as he
filled the basin and washed. Fortunately he didn’t speak. As
he dried his hands my eyes fell to the girls waist where her legs
were jiggling wildly up and down and I realised she was
desperately trying to stop herself from peeing before he left.
Her face was a picture of agony and before long she had to make a
grab at her crotch, squeezing herself desperately.
A few more minutes passed before we heard the man
leave. Instantly she let go of herself and gasped as she at last
allowed her pent up piss to escape into the bowel. I couldn’t
see much but the sound of it kept me fully enthralled. Afterwards
she carefully dabbed her pussy with some tissue and then stood
with her back to me, leaning over the cistern with he hands
pressed against the wall. Then she widened her stance and
demanded my prick inside her. I could hardly refuse. Kicking off
my trousers I then lifted her dress over her head until she was
naked as she wasn’t wearing a bra.
It didn’t take me long to locate her wet pussy
and slide luxuriously inside. She begged me to fuck her, which
off course I did, my hands squeezing her tits until she yelled
that she was coming. I thrust deeper and deeper inside her until
she was screaming with pleasure. My own balls tightened until I
knew I could let go at any moment but I held off as the
wave of her orgasm approached. She reached her left hand between
her legs and cupped my aching balls as she came. I pumped a bit
harder and faster until she came again, still battling to
withhold my own inevitable climax.
My fingers squeezed her firm erect nipples, making
her come a third time as my balls slapped playfully against her
arse. Then I could feel the inevitable whel from deep inside that
signaled my own moment of approaching ecstacy. I told her I was
about to come and she left me in no doubt that she wanted her
cunt filled to the brim with my sexy male juice. One or two
thrusts more and my balls purred and the raging torrent within
crept rapidly along my shaft and exploded deep within her. She
shuddered in a final climactic orgasm and I pumped my seed for
what felt a full five minutes but was probably less than
one.
Afterwards we tidied ourselves up as best we could
and I smuggled her out, though not before taking her address and
agreeing to meet again that night. With a wink and a smile she
waved goodbye and there ended my first meeting with the georgeous
Katrina.
The second meeting was indeed that night. We went
for a drink and then the pictures. Halfway through the film
Katrina confessed that she was desperate for the loo again. Not
wanting to miss any of the film she held off until the end with
the result that she was grasping herself and squirming in her
seat as we stood to leave. We were fairly near the front so it
took an age to get out into the foyer, by which time she
confessed to having a very full bladder indeed, due to several
cups of tea that afternoon as well as the few lagers we had had
before the film. She also pointed out that the last time
she’d been had been that lunchtime in the stock room.
Not too surprisingly the queue for the Ladies was extremely long
by the time we found them and Katrina said she’d have to
find somewhere else to go as she couldn’t stand still in
that queue for long.
We left, planning to go into a nearby pub and it was
only when we got outside we realised it was nearly midnight.
Obviously they were all closed. Katrina winced as she stood
cross-legged on the pavement. He own flat was a half hour bus
ride away so I decided we should make for my house which was no
more than a fifteen minute walk. She nodded. By the time we got
to my front door Katrina was practically pissing herself on the
front doorstep. I hurriedly opened the door and ushered her
inside. She had both hands up her short black skirt, one
frantically playing with herself while the other was pressed
against her quivering bum.
The bathroom was upstairs. I went up with her to
show her where. At the door she paused and asked if I wanted to
come in. I nodded and followed behind her. It had always been a
dream of mine to see a girl pee and know I’d have the chance
of seeing it twice in one day. Just before she ventured over to
the loo she stretched up to give me a peck on the cheek while
loosening her skirt at the same time. My arms feel around her but
she struggled to escape, saying she really would wet herself if
she didn’t go straight away. Something inside me wanted to
teach her a lesson for being so mischievous so I kept hold of her
in my arms. She squealed with dismay but our lips met and we
kissed forcefully. My hands dropped to her arse, easily reaching
under her skirt and pressing against her crisp white cotton
panties. She let out a tiny murmur and suddenly I could feel them
dampen slightly.
She twisted her legs in a bid to stop herself as we
continued to kiss. Another squeak of dismay heralded the opening
of the floodgates once more and another jet of wee trickled into
her panties. She was powerless to prevent it now and before long
tiny trickles of wee were escaping through the gusset and down
her inner thigh. She kicked off her shoes and I held her close,
pressing both hands firmly against her arse as she continued to
pee. After a while it was beginning to leak down onto the carpet
so I allowed her to shuffle over to the loo. She peeled down her
sodden panties and allowed me to watch as she finished emptying
her bladder.