Kupar

[This story contains desperation, F and M peeing and F-on-M handjob. It retells and further develops @Ppgirl's story ‘University Desperation’ which is linked at the end of this post]

Wow – it had been a hot late Spring! None of us had been able to concentrate in class. Not on the lectures anyway. I’d found it pretty easy to focus on the girls wearing little summer skirts and tops. There’s this one girl – I think she’s called Jane. That day she came in wearing a little black tennis skirt and a tight top. Man, her boobs are superb, and the way her hips move when she walked made me think bad things about what I’d do with her if I ever got the chance. I was pretty sure she had little white panties on under that skirt because I was in the right place at the right time when she bent over to put some books into her locker down at floor level. She’s a babe.

I saw her around the place during the first couple of classes in the morning, and I have to confess I was trying to sneak a look as often as I could. I think I got away with it. But then in the computer lab, when she squeezed past me to sit in a seat in the corner, I had to work really hard to stop myself ‘accidentally’ catching her bum with my hand.

She might have been dressed to keep cool, but she was still obviously still feeling the heat because she was getting through her bottle of water really fast. We’d been working on some basic correlation tasks for half an hour or so, and Jane’s bottle was empty. I’d been glancing across at her from time to time, and I could see her leg jigging up and down, so it wasn’t a surprise when she stood up and moved to get by me – she gave me a lovely smile when I let her go past.

She came back really quickly, but we’d been given another task to do, and she asked me for help, so I stood up and showed her what to do: I just about managed to avoid staring too obviously down her top. She wasn’t taking everything in. Maybe it was the heat, but she seemed kind of distracted, and was squirming in her seat when I finished explaining what we were supposed to be doing. Then I realised what was going on – she was desperate for a pee! I don’t know why, but she obviously hadn’t let any out before filling her bottle and coming back to the class.

I sat back down, wondering how she was going to survive the next hour of the class without having to go out again. I peeked across and saw her hand between her legs under the desk – and then the professor called her name and asked her to answer the next task. I don’t know how she managed to get through it, but she did – kudos!

We had to concentrate then because the professor was explaining something about ANOVA models for group variation or something – I don’t know what, I wasn’t really concentrating – when I heard a gasp from Jane. I turned to look at her, and she looked at me with a desperate, pleading look on her face. I knew what was happening – her leg was bouncing up and down, but I could see liquid dripping from the front of her chair on to the floor, and I knew it wasn’t water.

I tried to look away, but I couldn’t; I was fascinated by what was happening – and massively turned on! I could feel my cock getting hard, and I hoped the bulge in my shorts wasn’t too obvious. As she looked forward again, I thought I heard a faint hiss and I could tell she wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer before flooding the classroom. I was torn between wanting to see the inevitable cascade of pee, and not wanting gorgeous Jane to suffer. I stood up as she picked up her things and went past me – she’d given up the challenge. I’ve been desperate myself, and I knew what she was going through. She smiled weakly at me as she moved quickly to the door. I could see a little stream of pee on her leg, and felt my cock twitch.

I know it’s wrong, but as soon as she’d left the room, I followed her. She was too focused on her own needs to notice me, and I watched from the end of a corridor as she put her backpack down, leaned back against a wall next to a plant and reached under her skirt to pull her panties aside. There was no one else around. I watched a ten-second spurt of pee form a puddle on the floor: it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and I couldn’t help myself – I pulled out my phone and took a quick photograph. I’m pretty sure she hadn’t a clue I was there.

She almost ran to the loo. I thought about trying to follow, but there were a couple of other girls walking along the corridor, so I just looked at my phone until they’d gone past and went to have a closer look at the puddle on the floor next to the plant.

When Jane came out of the toilet, she was pretty surprised to see me. “You OK?” I asked. “You seemed pretty distracted in the class, and then when you left in a hurry I was worried about you,” I added, giving her my special smile.

“I, err… I just drank too much water too quickly in the heat and I needed to … you know,” she said.

I had a decision to make. Did I tell her what I’d seen, or keep it as my secret? Would she mind? I took a deep breath and said “I know … I followed you and I saw what you did in the corridor. Is that really bad of me? I don’t know – it was really exciting and …” My voice tailed off. She was looking straight at me. I didn’t know what she was going to do or say. There was a silence that seemed to last an eternity, then she spoke.

“That’s OK. To be honest, I am so relieved now I don’t really care, and it’s not like you’ve done anything pervy, like taking photos or anything, is it?” I quickly decided not to mention anything on that subject. “Did it … get you hard,” she giggled, looking down at my shorts, which I realised with a start had a noticeable bulge in them.

“Oh, err, yes, I guess so,” I said, smiling back at her. What a babe – pretty, sexy, peeing in class and the corridor, and cool with being watched! I hadn’t realised how quite how much of a turn-on it had been to see a girl peeing, but my growing cock was telling me.

Another distinct need was also making itself felt: I realised I hadn’t had a pee myself for a couple of hours, and I needed to go too. “Jane, I need to take a leak too,” I said. “Can we catch up later? I’d really like to talk with you some more.”

“Sure,” she replied, “but we can carry on now if you like. It’s easy for you men. Why don’t you just come outside and pee somewhere out of sight? It’s only fair, isn’t it? You’ve seen me, and I think I should see you pee.” Her logic was sound. I couldn’t really refuse, could I? And anyway, the thought of her watching me get my cock out and pee was stiffening my boner, and I knew she could tell.

We walked out into the sunshine and found a quiet corner of the college grounds, round the back of the main lecture theatre block, where there were some bushes, and where I could pee against the wall without anyone seeing. “Get it out then,” Jane teased. “Bet you can’t pee with a hard-on.” I didn’t know whether I could either, but I needed to try. With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, my heart beating fast, I unzipped my shorts, took out my cock, and pointed at the wall … and … nothing.

I like my cock. I’m reasonably confident it’s a good size, and I’ve never had complaints about it in the past, but now it was letting me down. All I wanted was for it to stop being so horny, soften a little and let me pee. I could feel a couple of twinges of pain in my bladder – but still nothing would come out. “I don’t know what to do,” I said. “I really, really need to pee, but I just can’t!”

“Would it help if I peed with you?” said Jane. “I reckon I could squeeze some more out now. Or should I go away so you can calm down a bit? Or … should I help your problem go away?” I was starting to realise that Jane was a very naughty girl indeed. I didn’t really have a choice because she suddenly hitched her skirt up, squatted down facing me, and pulled her panties to one side giving me a wonderful view of her pussy. A little stream of pee squirted from between her lips and landed on the ground in front of me, soaking into the parched earth immediately, without leaving a trace. She pushed a couple of final spurts out, covered herself and stood up.

I was aching so much – from the pressure in my bladder and need to pee, and from a raging boner brought on by what Jane was doing. I couldn’t see how either of the competing primal physical urges could be satisfied, until Jane said “Can I give you a hand, mister?”, reached out and took my cock in her hand…

It was pretty quick – embarrassingly quick really. She’d barely been stroking me for 30 seconds before I came, shooting sticky wads into the grass, throwing my head back and groaning quietly with pleasure. “Well, that didn’t take long, did it?” Jane teased. But at least she had the grace to wink and follow up with: “Impressive load, though. Let’s see what else you can show me now.”

It took a while, but with a couple of deep breaths, and a supreme effort of will, I relaxed, took my softening dick in my hand, and finally felt the glorious relief as my pee began to flow. I cannot describe to you how good it was – almost better than the orgasm. I must have pissed nearly two pints because it took well over a minute and a half, and boy, did I need it! Jane just stood and watched me as I hosed down the wall of the lecture theatre. It felt so good, knowing our fellow students were still inside, getting their heads round linear regression analysis or something.

When I’d finished, Jane leaned over to me, kissed me on the lips, and said, “That was fun. Let’s do it again sometime,” then picked up her backpack, turned on her heel, lifted her skirt to flash me her bum cheeks, and walked away, swaying her hips.

We saw a lot more of each other that summer.