Lucy - Testing The Waters

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Continuing Lucy's journey of exploration (after her so-close-to-wetting desperate moment of Chapters 1-3 posted separately).  Hope you enjoy...

 

Chapter Four

If getting to the point of her bladder giving in and the floodgates completely opening would be a 10, then last night’s damp panty incident and near miss must have been at least a nine. That was by far the closest she could ever remember coming to losing control and wetting herself.

Right now as she drove towards the comfort of her house, she was probably only at a six, seven at most if she was honest.  Her hand was still tightly pressed against her pussy though and she rocked forwards slightly in the seat. “Please let me get home, please let me make it”, “Ooh, I really need a wee” she whispered out loud. In truth she wasn’t anywhere near the previous night’s desperation, but by pretending she hoped to trick her mind into submission.

Today she didn’t have her new, expensive motorbike leathers to worry about, just the slightly too small faded, ripped jeans she was wearing. She’d had coffee, a can of coke and then after meeting Steve and their further encounter she’d stopped to pick up a supermarket meal deal lunch and the large bottle that was filtering from her stomach to her bladder. It felt really good to concentrate on how it had felt last night, remembering the holding in for so long, and then finally releasing her desperation. Somehow the physical pain didn’t seem as bad as it had, but she vividly remembered the feeling of holding and the final feeling of relief as all that liquid had burst out of her. The position of her left hand as she steered her car with the right was doing a pretty good job of making it feel good too. She was conscious of the roughness of the seam on her tight jeans, even through her cotton knickers it was pressing in exactly the right spot.

Lucy soon reached the terraced house she shared with her brother, parked and locked her car. As she expected the house stood empty, he wouldn’t be back from work for a few hours. Lucy took her coat off and walked through to the kitchen where she poured and gulped down a large glass of cordial, deliberately making it stronger than usual. That would help her get to at least an 8 or 9.

Upstairs in her bedroom Lucy closed her curtains before taking off her trainers, socks and jumper, leaving her ample breasts just supported by a lacy bra. She walked across to the empty bathroom, pausing at the open door and saying to herself “Please can you hurry up, I really need a wee, I’m bursting…”

As she stood and waited just outside the bathroom door she felt the pressure on her bladder increase and felt that familiar twinge. It felt like her pee was about to leak down her urethra and trickle right into her white cotton panties and jeans. That was exactly the feeling of the previous night when the cold night air had hit her just as Steve was kissing her. Last night she’d clenched her legs together as hard as she could and had just about held it in.

Today though she wouldn’t have minded at all feeling a trickle flowing though her underwear and down the legs of her jeans. The twinge passed as quickly as it had started though. Her brain was conditioned to not allow such behaviour whilst she stood dressed feeling carpet between her toes. The feeling of pressure remained  though and it felt good though in a way that desperation never had before. Again Lucy relaxed and felt the pressure build, but again the pressure subsided without so much of a drip. Maybe twenty something years of being a potty trained child and adult, along with her preference for being in control at all times had conditioned her brain against letting her have a wee in her jeans.

“Right then” said Lucy, as she unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled her hips free of them before sliding them down and dropping them onto the bathroom floor. Then she adjusted her white cotton panties back onto her hips and stepped into the empty bathtub now wearing just her bra and panties. She reached over to the window above the bath and opened the small opening window just enough to let a draught brush across her. As goosebumps spread across her skin Lucy thought about how much she needed a wee. Probably now an eight at least. She thought about how it would be OK to go if she needed to - she was in control and she was after all in her own bathroom.

She squirmed slightly, bending at the knees, twisting her hips, one hand on her breast feeling her nipple harden through the lacy bra and the other caressing from her belly button downwards. Her hand reached the lace waistband of her knickers and carried down over it feeling the cotton between her fingers and abdomen. Soon her fingers felt the top of her pubic mound and felt her hair thickening as she continued further downwards, reaching the groove of her slit. It felt amazing to be touching herself - she knew that feeling well anyway - but doing it whilst desperate added a whole new dimension.

As her fingers carried on caressing Lucy knew the time was right to release her bladder. How would it have felt last night if her wee had soaked though her panties and leaked or even flooded down her legs. She remembered how hot her pee had felt just from the little spurt on her panties, and wondered how it would feel to release her full bladder. Lucy relaxed, but still nothing despite the aching pressure she could feel.

“Ooh no, I’m about to have an accident!” she said, willing it to happen, but still her brain shyly held her urine in. Slowly but firmly Lucy started to push down and at the same time opened her legs slightly so that she could put the palm of her hand under her pee hole. She thought about how good it would have felt last night if she could have just squatted down and let it all flood out onto the pavement where they had kissed.

Finally Lucy released a few drips, then a few more and the start of a slow trickle. Lucy gasped at the feeling of her white cotton gradually becoming warm as pee trickled onto her fingers, one or two drips echoing as they hit the bath near her feet. The release felt amazing, and the warm wet fabric felt even more amazing, somehow so warm and comforting. The feeling of having a wee standing up was incredible just in itself. She’d never done that before. Alas though a trickle was all that was to come for Lucy, quickly subsiding as soon as it started.

Maybe the problem was that her body wasn’t used to peeing standing up, let alone through panties. She reached a large bath towel from the radiator and placed it over the sloping end of the bath so that she could sit down and lie back onto it. She unfastened her bra and dropped it onto the bathroom floor before sitting down and lying back. Lucy bent her knees up, spread them apart and looked down between her breasts to her white panties. She could clearly see how full her bladder was now and it felt hard to the touch. “Definitely an eight by now” she thought.

From where she lay, Lucy couldn’t see the wet patch on the crotch of her knickers, but she ran her fingers down over her mons pubis, feeling the way the cotton dipped under her finger into her cleft and reaching down out of sight. She found the wet patch, still warm although not as hot as the fresh spurt had been. Her knickers were wet across the full width of her crotch and about a hand’s length long. She gave herself a rub and noticed the way the wet cotton seemed to cling and ripple as she rubbed backwards and forwards, feeling completely different to normal dry panties.

It was an incredible feeling to be rubbing wet cotton against her pussy and very arousing, even though the wet cotton was only touching the outside of her pussy lips at this stage.  Lucy closed her eyes and sighed deeply as she pressed slightly harder, still rubbing quite slowly. She felt her lips push apart and gasped, arching her back as she felt her finger through the wet cotton make contact with first her clitoris, then carry on downwards over her pee hole and to her inner labia. This was amazing and even the full feeling in her bladder was forgotten.  She’d only intended to see how it felt before trying to release her full bladder but instead one slow deliberate stroke of her fingers turned into two strokes then a continuous, smooth, gentle but firm massage of her private parts through her wet underwear.

Lucy knew it had never felt like this before, not even when she’d been running her little silver bullet vibrator against her clitoris. Her vibrator. There was an idea. Lucy suddenly stopped and hopped up, one hand against her large breasts as she padded into her bedroom and reached to the top of her bedside cabinet drawer. She was tempted to just climb into bed and start her little buzzy friend about its business, but she knew she had her bladder to take care of first.

Lucy lay back in the bath for the second time. She was aware now that her slightly wet knickers weren’t warm anymore. The draught from the window was making her nipples stand up hard, making goosebumps stand up on her thighs and making the wet cotton feel cold on her skin. She lay back and again closed her eyes, this time her fingers guiding the tip of her bullet vibrator buzzing up and down over her panties, pressing them onto her most sensitive parts. As she did so she relaxed her bladder muscles and gave a gentle push. After a few seconds she felt a trickle of wee release from her pee hole and soak into the cotton, warming it up again. She gave a little squeal as the point of the vibrator made contact with the exact source of the pee stream, feeling it too on her fingers and feeling it tickle and warm the cheeks of her bum .

Nice as that feeling was, Lucy decided there was no point in rushing to release her full bladder now. As amazing as it would feel, she had a new mission. All that rubbing her parts had left her in no doubt that she wanted, no not wanted but most definitely needed, to climax.

As Lucy continued to press the vibrator against herself she was barely conscious of the increasing force she was applying. She moved her hand up and slid it with the vibrator inside her knickers, passing down into the top of her slit and downwards to find its target. Now she could feel her pee soaked panties against the back of her hand, along with her own natural lubrication.

Again the fullness of her bladder was forgotten as she lay back, enjoying the forceful buzz of vibrating metal against her most intimate and sensitive parts. Faster and faster she applied its touch, now gasping deeply as the continuous thrill started to give way to the deep waves of pleasure signalling the onset of her orgasm. Quicker and quicker she applied the bullet to her clitoris which was now sending lightning bolts up her spine like electric shocks. Louder and louder she squealed as the waves of pleasure increased in their power.

Lucy wasn’t sure if it was the same for every girl, but she certainly knew she had a point of no return where stopping was an impossibility and then just after that there was the point where every muscle seemed to start to spasm before the full on orgasm hit. She’d definitely passed the point of no return and now she was reaching the spasm point. As the first jolt hit her she’d forgotten all about the feeling of her full bladder but with the second jolt a huge spurt of her pee jetted into her panties. The same with the third and fourth jolts. Lucy’s squeals were now full on screams as every muscle in her body tensed, and the drumbeat timing of her spurts of pee turned into a continuous powerful jet of urine. Lucy dropped the vibrator and clamped both hands over her pussy, feeling her pee trying to force her hands away, spraying between her fingers and squirting out of the sides of her now soaked knickers over her legs.

As her peeing orgasm subsided, her hot pee continued to flow unabated. Maybe with the orgasm she hadn’t actually noticed being at a nine or even ten stage of desperation. It felt absolutely amazing though, like nothing she’d ever felt before and certainly like no orgasm she’d ever experienced. As Lucy lay gasping in the bathtub, her wet fingers on her thighs, her pee eventually slowed to a trickle, then to drips. Lucy took a deep breath and eased herself up slightly in the bathtub, feeling a pounding in her head as she did so. She’d brought herself to orgasm before, she certainly knew what a good orgasm felt like. She’d used her vibrator too, not every time she came, but enough. She made a point of only using it when she had the house to herself and she knew the orgasms that would result. Today though had been something else, it had been far more ‘what was the word’ she thought, ‘Explosive’ than anything she had ever experienced.

Lucy looked down at her white cotton panties clinging to her wet abdomen, completely soaked almost two thirds of the way to their waistband. She could see her thick dark-blonde curls clearly through the now transparent cotton and the curves that her fingers had been tracing those few minutes ago. Between her legs a river of almost clear urine, her wee, was still flowing towards the plughole in the otherwise dry bathtub. Now she knew what it would feel like to wet oneself, to have a accident in her panties - and it wasn’t anywhere as bad as she had always imagined.

Lucy knelt up, feeling the way her completely soaked panties clung to her bum and pussy as she reached forward and turned on the shower head. Once the water had warmed up she rinsed herself from the waist down, still with her white knickers on. Then she gave herself a bit more of a rub, still enjoying the feeling of warm soaking wet cotton rippling against her skin. She pulled her panties down and took them off, leaving them in a soggy puddle in the bottom of the bathtub whilst she reached for her favourite shower gel, rubbing it together in her hands and then massaging over her tummy, her bum and lady parts. Then she rinsed off. Finally as she remained on her knees in the bathtub she closed her eyes, squeezed as hard as she could and released another final trickle of wee before drying off and slipping into nothing but a comfy pair of track suit pants and a sweatshirt.

[MidoriLemonade85 1,857]

Oooh, lovely story, Goose. So much detail. How is it you knows so precisely how it feels from a female perspective? Amazing work.

I have some more ideas now on how to spend my days off, alone in my house….

Perhaps TMI, but I have never myself used a vibrator, but your story makes me see how it can amplify and speed up proceedings. 

I did once try to orgasm on a full bladder, but it just ended up in pain for a few days. Maybe I didn’t do it right, and need to practice once more. 

And it is interesting exploring the psychology of the body…pre-conditioned for years to not pee through clothes….slowly breaking down that barrier, til the body realises the pleasure and release to be had. Once you do, there are no boundaries to adventures waiting to be enjoyed. 

Beautiful, and I am looking forward to reading another story soon. It is nice that, while the UK sleeps, I can still enjoy your words, Kupar’s words, Sophie’s words….here in stories or on the forums. 
 

💚Midori🇦🇺

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4 hours ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Oooh, lovely story, Goose. So much detail. How is it you knows so precisely how it feels from a female perspective? Amazing work.

💚Midori🇦🇺

You're so kind @MidoriLemonade85 - and lovely that you're visiting and reawakening these stories.   Like most forums, once you're off the first page many people won't ever pay a visit.   A bit like one of those nightclubs with a really trendy first floor bar and then other floors that play more and more niche music.  So much content that may never be visited again.

The understanding from the ladies' perspective?   Partly I suppose it's watching those video clips where models or actors discuss what motivates them, what experiences they've had and how it feels.  Partly too a sanity check with at least one person here - does it feel like this for you?

The Lucy series is one of the first things I wrote, over quite a long period of time.  It's pretty much all based on real anecdotes in one way or another.  Tales and accounts I've heard of from people here and there.  Some elements are real people I've known.  Perhaps that brings realism?

Final bit of my own introspective analysis - I'm obsessed with the female form and female pee, so whenever I'm maybe holding, wetting or whatever it's always from a perspective of 'how would this feel' if I didn't have this lump here, if I was out and about in skimpy panties and a skirt?  If I had to find somewhere to pull my jeans to knee level? and so on.

[MidoriLemonade85 1,857]

I love the research you do and the effort you put in, and making sure you truly understand how it feels for other people. 
My stories (I have written a few, but only uploaded one) are based on real places and people, and fantasies of what I would like to do to them or for them to do to each other in those places. Realism makes things so hot I think. Or you know, close to realism.

I can relate to you in the way that you are obsessed with the female form and female pee, I am really quite enamoured with male peeing, and have always had penis envy.😆 I often think about how cocks must feel when buzzing with pleasure. I think it would just completely take over your whole soul. And I love the power, control and aim that cocks have with pee. That is what I am jealous of!