Popular Post gldenwetgoose 21,486 Posted March 27, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted March 27, 2019 As Jenny awoke it took her a good few moments to work out where she was. Something was strange, the morning light from the wrong side, the pillow different that she was used to in her own bed. She became aware too of shallow breathing next to her and opening her eyes suddenly realised she’d spent the night asleep in Lucy’s double bed. As her brain awoke a little more she became aware too of her dull headache, caused no doubt by at least the quarter of a bottle of Sambuca she’d downed. That wasn’t the only ache - her bladder was also insisting that she should get up and take care of it. Jenny carefully slipped out from under the warm duvet and tiptoed across the bedroom, feeling goosebumps rising on her naked skin. As she sat on the toilet and released her morning’s golden flood, Jenny thought through the previous evening’s drunken proceedings. She hoped Lucy, in the cold sober light of morning, wouldn’t be offended by the turn of events the night had taken. They’d been best friends for longer than either of them could remember and had pretty much no secrets at all - apart from one. Jenny had since their teenage days harboured something of a crush on Lucy. It had taken her a long time to realise it, and Jenny suspected that it was probably one- sided. There’d been times when she’d pretty much offered herself to Lucy on a plate. Times as a teenager when she’d got them both into states of undress. Even one time they’s both sat facing each other in the park peeing onto the grass. All of these times though Lucy had just thought of it as them messing about and of course had chased various boys. Jenny hadn’t wanted to ruin a good friendship by coming over all lesbian on her best friend, so she’d kept it to herself. Until last night. As the last of her pee tinkled into the toilet and Jenny wiped the last drips off with a wad of toilet paper, she resolved that she’d abide with whatever Lucy felt about the night’s events. Tiptoeing back into the bedroom and slipping back under the warmth of the quilt, Lucy opened her eyes sleepily, murmured “Good Morning” and cuddled up to Jenny. “Hope I didn’t disturb you” said Jenny, “I woke up bursting for a wee.” “I know, I could really do with going too. This is far too comfortable though.” “Are you sure you’re ok with last night - with us being together like this now?” asked Jenny. Lucy’s reply addressed any concerns her friend had. “Last night was amazing. You were amazing... I don’t know why we’ve never done that before. Are you sure you didn’t mind me peeing all over your fingers though? I couldn’t hold it any longer but I didn’t want you to stop” “Shhh” replied Jenny. “If I minded I wouldn’t have started stroking your pussy whilst you were so desperate would I? Your pussy feels amazing though. Mine is sort of, well... skinny I suppose, but yours is so much softer, more inviting. I just love playing with it.” “That’s what lovers do. Let me go for a wee and then you can carry on” laughed Lucy. An hour later Lucy stepped into the back yard where Jenny was finishing a cigarette and handed her a mug of coffee. “So, do you have plans for today... I mean, it’s ok if you’ve got stuff organised that you need to take care of?” “Well there is something....” explained Jenny, “It’d be awesome though if you’ll come with me. In fact I’ve got a great idea and I think we can really have some naughty fun together if you’re up for it?” Jenny explained that her parents had asked her to drive to their holiday cottage in the Scottish borders to help them do some clearing up. It would be the last time the cottage would be used that season so they wanted to have a good clear out and close up for the year. Once she’d finished explaining, Jenny looked at Lucy inquisitively. “Of course” said Lucy, “It sounds great, I was hoping we could spend a bit more time together and this sounds just the ticket.” “Great” said Jenny. “If it fits with you, we’ll go up today and make a weekend of it. There’s bedding and stuff up there. I’ll just nip home and get changed - I should probably put some knickers on! How do you feel about us using the opportunity the try out your challenge, you know, the not peeing on a toilet thing. Could be interesting getting away with that whilst we’re there with my parents, but that’ll be part of the fun!” “Right”, said Lucy, “I’m up for that challenge. As long as I get to watch. It’s going to be far more fun peeing in naughty places with you than with Steve. Get that coffee down and we’ll get underway.” It didn’t take Lucy long to pack a few bits of clothes and toiletries and they drove to Jenny’s house. “Wow”, exclaimed Lucy as her friend emerged a few minutes later, “Why do you look so amazing, whatever you wear?” Her best friend and new lover was wearing very tight shiny black leggings and a denim shirt tied at the waist, her shiny black hair held in a pony-tail. Jenny gave Lucy a hug and a passionate kiss and then they put Jenny’s bag into the car and set off. “First things first” said Jenny, “We’ll call at the supermarket and get some provisions and a picnic lunch”. They were soon done, the car boot loaded up with plenty of food, not only for their lunch but seemingly for the weekend. Jenny hadn’t held back on the drinks either. There was a large multipack of bottled water, several cans and smaller bottles of fizzy drinks and a few bottles of wine too - for the evening Jenny told her friend. Inside the car Jenny was swigging from a bottle of sports drink and Lucy did the same. It was a glorious day, the sun was shining brightly with hardly a cloud in the sky, Jenny had a CD of great tunes playing in the car and the two girls couldn’t have been more happy. As they drove and the miles ticked away, Jenny became aware that the feeling of gentle pressure of the juice slowly filling her bladder. They were on the motorway, but it wasn’t over busy and they’d be stopping for lunch once they reached their junction. Ten minutes passed, then twenty and thirty. All the time the feeling of pressure grew steadily in Jenny’s bladder. Jenny did a mental calculation - twenty or so miles to their junction, then about another ten minutes until their picnic stop, so about half an hour until she could release her bladder. She knew Lucy was probably feeling the same and from all of her recent chats she knew that if that was the case, her friend might be starting to feel a little aroused by the mounting fulness she must be feeling. Jenny didn’t feel any connection between being desperate and being turned on, but she was feeling quite excited at the thought of where and how to sneak in a quick pee. Just as she was daydreaming about how and where they could both share a joint naughty peeing moment, out of the corner of her eye Jenny saw Lucy suddenly tense and instinctively press her right foot down hard as though applying the brakes, as cars ahead of them braked and hazard lights flashing. A moment or so later Jenny also slammed on the brakes, the car swerving slightly as she did so. Jenny’s brain was focussing totally on avoiding crashing her car and she wasn’t aware of the two or three second spurt of urine into her thin thong, immediately soaking into her black leggings. They stopped safely a couple of feet behind the car in front of them. “That was close”, said Lucy. “A bit too close” said Jenny, feeling the hot warmth of her pee spreading under her backside. “I don’t know about you, but I’m sat in a little puddle here. It’s a good job these seats are leather. I was just thinking about how much I needed to pee, then with the sudden shock a little bit of wee came out. Good job they’re black.” Jenny laughed, “But I hope we’re not delayed long, otherwise I they might be getting a bit wetter yet.” “I know, me too” said Lucy. “I can wait a while yet though. You know how good I am at holding.” Their standstill didn’t last long and with no apparent reason for the delay the traffic started to move again. Whereas the road had previously seemed empty, now the tail end of the traffic jam meant that their overall speed was much lower. Jenny did some more mental calculations, reasoning that it was now only five or so miles to the junction, but at their speed that could take ages, then there was the distance off the motorway to their planned stop. Jenny was starting to feel anxious. She could feel the growing pressure in her bladder which was now getting painful, and she could feel the feeling of pressure right down to her pee hole. She sat herself more upright, leaning forwards slightly and pressed her thighs together. That helped a little bit. Jenny looked across at Lucy who was sitting with her legs crossed. Lucy was wearing a longish summer dress made of red polkadot fabric with large buttons all the way down. Jenny imagined what colour and style of underwear Lucy might be wearing, white cotton probably. In her mind she pictured Lucy feeling desperate too, holding herself and then pulling her underwear down, squatting and gushing out a flood - as much as she liked that thought it didn’t help her though, it just brought her thoughts back to how much she needed to pee herself. “Are you ok there Lucy?” she asked. “Yes, I’m fine, I can hold on a bit longer.” replied Lucy, who knew exactly what Jenny meant. “That’s ok - I know I wanted to pee in some naughty places this weekend, but pissing in my driving seat wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. God I’m bursting! I’m going to stop as soon as we get off this motorway. Would you do me a favour and grab some tissues out of the glovebox” Lucy obliged and opened the glovebox, reaching out a packet of tissues. Jenny it seemed was prepared for this sort of emergency. Beside the tissues she spotted something else and reached it out too. It turned out to be a small action video camera with a waterproof housing, mounted on a selfie stick handle. “You’ve got a video camera in your car?” Lucy exclaimed. “Yes, my Dad got it for me, he said that if I was ever in an accident I should use it to record the damage.” Lucy giggled “That’s appropriate for you, a waterproof camera! Is that for wet accidents?” “Don’t make me laugh” said Jenny, “I’m absolutely bursting now.” Jenny wasn’t exaggerating. Jiggling and then tapping her left foot was helping a bit, up to a point. Leaning forwards towards the steering wheel helped a little bit too. Finally Jenny saw the marker sign for their junction, one mile ahead. The last few hundred yards seemed like torture, and by the time the girls reached the slip road Jenny was having to physically clench all her muscles to stop the inevitable flood. At the end of the slip road Jenny had to stop to give way to a couple of trucks already on the roundabout, pressing her hand firmly between her legs as she weighed up her options. Sitting stationary made her desperation feel worse, but there wasn’t much cover, not even any bushes. Carrying on and holding on seemed the only option. Fortunately once they crossed the roundabout the main road was much quieter than the motorway. “You don’t mind if I make a quick pit stop do you?” Jenny announced and winked at her friend. Lucy knew that wasn’t intended as a question, she could tell how desperate her friend was. Jenny was fighting a losing battle - the constant fidgeting, squeezing her thighs together and arching her back helped to a point, but Jenny knew she was now holding on by willpower alone. Jenny had goosebumps all over her body, she could feel her face flushing and her body feeling cold at the same time and she knew she’d be losing control if she didn’t relieve herself soon. The pain in her bladder had been joined by muscle cramps, she’d been depending on her abdomen muscles for a few minutes now as the only thing sealing the floodgates, every muscle was protesting. She could feel pain right from her pee hole upwards, now extending into her back and stabbing with pain every time she took a breath. “So, how desperate are you now on a scale of one to ten?” asked Lucy. “At least an eleven, maybe even a twelve. I so want to just let fly and spurt it all out, but I can’t flood my car seat. I don’t think I can wait another minute. This had better be worth it!” Finally Jenny was able to bring her car to a quick halt at the first lay-by which was fortunately empty. Jenny jumped out of the driver’s seat and hobbled round to the passenger side where she’d be hidden to a certain extent. She could feel her muscles starting to spasm and she could feel herself going dizzy. A hand clamped between her legs helped to stem the flood, there was no point now worrying about modesty. Anyway, there was nobody there to see her apart from Lucy. Jenny reasoned that holding herself was much better than the alternative. In her desperate state she hadn’t noticed that Lucy had picked up the camera and had been filming her desperate drive for the last few minutes. Lucy had a hand between her own legs and wasn’t far behind her friend’s desperate state, but she was enjoying this moment. Lucy had followed Jenny’s squirm around the front of the car and still had the camera closely trained upon Jenny. Lucy opened the passenger door of the car obligingly, admiring the sight of Jenny standing for a moment, wiggling her hips and squeezing a hand against her pussy through her tight shiny leggings. Jenny didn't waste a second turning her back on Lucy, whipping her leggings and a black thong down to her knees, a few drips of urine splattering onto the concrete beneath her before she’d even started to bend down. She quickly dropped to a low squat with her knees apart and as she lowered herself, her bum made contact with the door sill. The shock of feeling cold metal was the final catalyst. Jenny felt her pussy lips being wrenched apart by the force of a huge jet of her pee. Finally being able to let fly and release a huge flood felt amazing, not to mention the relief of her desperation nearly ending so differently. Jenny closed her eyes, groaning loudly as she enjoyed the feeling of her bladder emptying and the pain subsiding. Enjoying too the sound of her pee whistling out of her and the feeling of hot liquid pulsing and vibrating her pussy lips, some of it trickling and warming her bum as it dripped down. Her powerful jet of urine pressure washed over the dirty tarmac, splashing against the kerb a couple of feet in front of her and forming a wide river flowing away towards the drain. Over her shoulder Lucy had the video camera angled downwards and although it her private parts were mostly obscured, it had a perfect view of the golden liquid arcing forwards and striking its target. Jenny hadn’t enjoyed her feeling of desperation, it had just been painful, but now this release felt intense and amazing. She was vaguely aware of Lucy behind her, and she had a pretty good idea her friend would have a hand buried between her legs. She still hadn’t noticed the camera though. Jenny could feel the fresh breeze wafting around her bum, legs and lady parts and that felt amazing too. Her friend obviously anticipated her next thought as Lucy’s hand appeared over her shoulder with a tissue. Jenny wiped, her touch lingering slightly longer than usual on her pussy and then stood up, pulling up first her thong and then wriggling her shy leggings back into place over her slim hips. “Wow, that feels soooooo much better!” exclaimed Jenny, “I couldn’t have held on to that much pee for one more second. Hey, what are you been doing... Have you been filming me having a piss, you pervert. Hand over the camera, it’s your turn now - you must be just as desperate too.” Just as Lucy opened her mouth to answer, a minibus pulled up behind them, it’s passenger door slid open and five sporty types in matching tracksuits all jumped out. It soon became very obvious why they had stopped as they quickly stood in a line with their backs to the girls, five streams of urine splattering on the grass in front of them. “Sorry” said the young man nearest them “It’s too far to the services, too many beers, we couldn’t wait”. “We know that feeling” laughed Lucy, “But I think I might just hold on a bit longer.” “Don’t worry, it’s really not too far now and I promise to try and avoid any potholes on the way.” said Jenny. As they drove onwards, Jenny kept a close eye on her friend who she could tell was approaching the same level of desperation she’d been at just a few minutes earlier. Lucy was sitting with her legs still crossed, but Jenny could tell she was a lot more tense. Her thighs were tightly pressed together for one, one hand squeezed between her legs to help hold back the flood and the other hand gripping her knee. She was very quiet and her whole body language told of her urgent need. “Are you ok there?” Jenny asked sympathetically. “Just” replied Lucy, “For the moment at least. It’s getting to the point where it doesn’t feel good any more - having my hand where it is really helps though.” “So this desperation thing of yours, it really only started after you met Steve?” “Yes” Lucy explained, “You know I’ve been able to hold on since I was young. It’s always felt sort of good being able to hold it, but more in a convenience way. Like when we were young and I could play out all day without having to come home to go to the loo or panic about finding a bathroom. You know what I’m like for being a self-control freak too, it sort of just fitted in with that. Even as a sexually active adult it still felt good to be able to hold it, but I hadn’t really made any connection in an arousing sort of way. It was just a convenience. It’s been fun making the most of it since ‘the Steve incident’ though. That’s one thing I can thank him for. It’s like I’ve realised that being in control doesn’t just mean holding, it also means I can be in control of releasing too... Does that make sense?” Jenny carried on chatting, mainly trying to take her friend’s mind off the pain she imagined she felt from her full bladder and they soon reached the picnic site Jenny had in mind. Jenny steered the car off the main road and down a narrow lane that led to a roughly surfaced car park. As the car lurched and bumped over the rough surface Jenny looked across to her friend and saw a real look of pain on her face, eyes closed, legs clamped together and back arched just like her own had been a few minutes earlier. (To be continued... very soon) 2 10 Link to post
Alfresco 11,629 Posted March 29, 2019 Share Posted March 29, 2019 This story keeps on getting better. I can see them having a great time in Scotland. 1 Link to post
wetwulf 3,324 Posted March 29, 2019 Share Posted March 29, 2019 On 3/27/2019 at 2:03 PM, gldenwetgoose said: To be continued... very soon Can't wait! 😝 1 Link to post
whiskey35 306 Posted March 30, 2019 Share Posted March 30, 2019 Looking forward to the next part.😀 1 Link to post
Popular Post gldenwetgoose 21,486 Posted April 2, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted April 2, 2019 Chapter Eleven - Road Trip - Part Two “Ow” grimaced Lucy, her eyes still closed, “I’m not sure I’ve ever been this desperate before, I really hope I’m not injuring myself or something.” “I know” replied Jenny, “I’m sorry, I’m trying to drive as carefully as I can, but at least we’re here now. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, I was hoping this place would be deserted....” With that Lucy looked around, seeing a few cars. The picnic area was only small, really just a grass banking surrounding three sides of the gravelled car park. The couple of picnic benches were occupied, an elderly couple to one side of them and a younger couple on the other side. The younger couple were presumably there as a family as three children were kicking a football about on the remaining grassed area. Lucy looked around, her eyes wide. “Do you want me to get back on the road, to take you somewhere more private?” “No, I can’t wait. I’ll end up just wetting myself and your car seat.” replied Lucy. “I’ve got an idea, let’s just do this.” The two girls got out of the car, Jenny opening the boot and started reaching out items from the shopping they’d bought earlier. Lucy got out of the car more gingerly and walked to the rear of the car taking very small steps. When she got there Jenny gave her a reassuring wink and handed her a large folded picnic blanket. Lucy immediately realised what she meant, holding the blanket in front of her with one hand, the other hand hidden behind the blanket so that she could press on her desperately throbbing pee hole. Jenny quickly grabbed the lunch items from their shopping and turned around. She hadn’t really minded Lucy pointing the video camera at her, but she was going to get her own back. She extended the selfie stick handle slightly and set the camera to record. Jenny held the camera low down, following Lucy who was already walking towards the grassy banking. She’d chosen the side closest to where they’d parked which was also furthest from the family group. It meant though they’d be sitting on the grass close to the elderly couple. Jenny held the camera low down, pointing upwards slightly on the back of Lucy’s legs as she took even smaller more deliberate steps than before. They climbed the grassy banking, which wasn’t easy for Lucy, trying to climb anything with your knees and thighs pressed together never is. On top of the banking, Jenny momentarily stopped video filming to spread out the picnic blanket and sat down, making sympathetic faces at Lucy who smiled back and then winked at her friend. Rather than sitting on the blanket though, Lucy knelt down just next to it, close to her friend. Jenny noted how much care Lucy had taken to make sure she wasn’t kneeling on her dress. She anticipated what was about to happen and carefully positioned the camera between Lucy’s knees, under the red polkadot fabric of her dress. Sure enough she soon heard the slightly muffled but unmistakeable sound of Lucy’s urine flowing out. Even if the faint sound hadn’t been audible above the background noise of children playing, birds singing and passing traffic, the look of relief on Lucy’s face would have been a definite giveaway. Lucy had her eyes closed and sighed deeply, every muscle in her body told a story of relief. Jenny wasn’t keeping a check on time, but the gentle sound of her friend weeing and her deep breathing carried on steadily for what must have been at least a minute, probably more like two or maybe even more. All the time Jenny imagined the scene the camera was catching under Lucy’s red dress, gallons of hot urine escaping from her new lover’s pussy and pooling in the soft grass beneath her. She had a delicious mental picture, imagining Lucy’s smoothly trimmed pussy, quivering slightly as a golden stream forced it’s way out, trickling, dripping and then soaking into the ground without a trace. In Jenny’s imagination Lucy would have been naked under her red dress. She knew that Lucy was only letting herself pee slowly, a powerful jet of pee could hiss loudly enough to give the game away or could splash and wet her dress. All the time a few yards away other picnic diners carried on their lunches without a clue about the naughty actions of a desperate girl. Jenny felt herself getting suddenly wet too, not from her bladder but from the arousal she was feeling. If only they were in a private place - the thoughts of everything she could be doing to help her friend in her time of desperate need flashed through her mind. How she would have loved to watch her friend going about her business, or to hold her tight as she did so. She thought about the previous night’s experience of feeling Lucy’s hot pee flooding through her fingers. The thought was getting her very aroused and Jenny wished she could shove a hand into her own knickers. It certainly wouldn’t have taken much to bring her to a shuddering orgasm. That would have given the other picnickers something to stare at. Eventually as she finished, Lucy opened her eyes and winked at Jenny. The show was over, Jenny stopped the camera recording, looking forward to the chance to play back the footage later. After their picnic the two girls folded up the picnic blanket and tidied away their rubbish. Putting everything in the back of Jenny’s car, Lucy quickly looked around to make sure no-one was watching and quickly whipped off her wet panties. As quickly as they were off Lucy placed them into a spare carrier bag and threw them into the car boot. “I’d already leaked into them a fair bit while you were getting things out of the car.” Lucy admitted, “I didn’t see much point making a fuss, trying to take them off without anyone seeing me. Besides, it actually felt pretty amazing to be wetting them under my dress. I might be trying that again some other time.” “I’ve known you for years and never imagined you’d let yourself piss your panties.” said Jenny. “Well, you’re sort of right, but don’t judge a book by it’s cover - anyway, it’s not like it’s the first time.” replied Lucy with a wink. But that’s a whole different story. Maybe one for bedtime.” 4 2 Link to post
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