On the naughty train home

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

<Features drunken female public wetting and subsequent lesbian themes>

 

Holly woke with a jump as the train rattled and shook over the rough tracks.  Not so much woke up, but jolted out of a drunken stupor. It had been an amazing night in town, just like the old student days - a pub crawl around the university quarter pubs and then finishing the night at school disco club night. That sort of explained the outfit - over-tight white blouse, school tie loosely fastened, pleated loose black skirt, with knee length white socks and converse trainers.

The night had been just what she needed - she hadn't had such a giggle since, well since before Chris. Good riddance to him and his manipulative ways, it had been good to be out with the girls again. She hadn't drunk so much since, well she couldn't remember when.  Pints of lager in the pubs and then cocktails, shots and God knows what in the club. Somehow though she'd managed to make it out of the club and to the station in time for the naughty train, the last train of the night home. At least she hoped she'd got the right train.

At least Holly knew she couldn't miss her stop, the end of the line.  Looking around it seemed the train was living up to its reputation. There were only two carriages and from the other one a drunken singalong was going on, fortunately in her carriage things were a lot more peaceful. Holly had her booth of four seats to herself and the nearest other people were a couple of lovers diagonally slightly further up the carriage. Further up a girl also looking soundly asleep.

Holly closed her eyes, mainly to stop the drunken shakiness of everything in front of her and found herself flashing over mental images from the night... The laughs with the girls, knocking back the drinks, eyeing up cute guys, flirting on the dance floor, having her bum groped and slapping a guy for trying to grab her pussy under her skirt. Holly smiled to herself thinking maybe she should have let him. She let that thought develop for a moment or two, imagining feeling his touch, thinking of maybe dragging him into a toilet cubicle with her...  That wouldn't have been possible, not with the queues in the club. With that Holly's mind drifted on to the next phase of the night - having to say goodnight to the girls and head out onto the street. Looking longingly at the busy toilets on the way past, but knowing she'd miss her train if she queued up.

She'd made it to the station as her train was waiting, so no time to use the dirty station toilets even if she'd been that brave, or even a cheeky squat on the platform. Then on the train she'd managed to more or less pass out. Now though her need was making its presence known, not completely desperate, not even uncomfortable really but at that point where she knew she'd be needing a wee pretty badly soon.

Looking around the carriage, the couple of lovers had disappeared and apparently taken up residence in the small toilet cubicle behind her. At least that's what their empty seats and the moans, groans and muffled giggles from behind the toilet door suggested.  Holly smiled and thought again about what she'd do in that situation, the touches, the feelings, the ecstasy.  Thinking about the toilet though wasn't such a great idea, focussing Holly's mind on her heavy bladder. In her mind wandering state Holly wondered about her options, and in her drunken state pretty much anything seemed an option.

Holly imagined herself back in the club, squatting in a dark corner pretending to adjust her shoe strap whilst leaving a puddle on the already grubby carpet, or a cute guy putting his hand up her skirt and getting more than he bargained for. The ideas were making her more and more horny. Maybe sitting in a booth and just letting it flow onto the vinyl seat and floor below, maybe sitting on someone's lap...

The more she thought about it the more Holly found herself getting worked up, the more she felt herself moistening, the more she felt lost in a drunken horny world of fantasies. And then it happened...  Even without thinking too hard Holly found herself relaxing and felt her black cotton thong suddenly flush with warmth as it soaked up the first trickle of her pee.  Normally of course Holly would have been mortified, but tonight it was like having a warm hand caressing her and she certainly wasn't going to slap that hand away.  Instead Holly just carried on, feeling the warmth soaking into her skirt below her and feeling warm liquid bathing her thighs.  Of course Holly didn't care that her skirt was now soaked, she didn't care that she was still peeing and that her pee was soaking the rough fabric of the train seat or starting to splatter onto the floor below her.  She didn't care that the train was slowing, causing a rivulet of her puddle to roll up the carriage towards where the other girl was sitting.  All Holly cared about was having a warm caressing touch that she'd missed out on for so long.

[Kupar 13,341]

A mini-masterpiece 🙂 Thanks!

[Sophie 24,412]

I loved this! Quite often I picture myself there in the story, watching the characters and the plot unfold but in this case I pictured I was Holly. I could see myself sat on the train wearing a little uniform and peeing myself right there. I actually want to recreate the scene in my mind using Blender or maybe even a drawing but I am not talented enough.

Thank you for this!

[kalle2020 926]

31 minutes ago, Sophie said:

I could see myself sat on the train wearing a little uniform and peeing myself right there.

It's not only in your mind that this creates a lovely picture.  😊

[wetwulf 3,324]

I like Holly. Hoping maybe we see more of her (and perhaps her friends). 🙃

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Stepping off the train onto the station platform, the cold night air came as a chill to Holly, suddenly sobering her up.  She walked calmly up towards the ticket barriers behind her fellow passengers. There were the six or eight guys from the other carriage all in rugby shirts, then the couple of lovers who still couldn't keep their hands off each other. Then just a few yards ahead was the sleeping girl who it seemed had a very cute figure.  Holly, although not really that way inclined, admired the wiggle of her hips and the slight jiggle of her bottom in a pair of tight, grey jeans as she walked.

It seemed the girl's jiggling wasn't just confined to her walking. At the barrier the lovers had been too engrossed in themselves to have found their tickets, keeping Holly and the girl waiting. Holly of course had just enjoyed emptying her bladder onto the train seat was feeling of cold cotton against her hot skin under her draughty pleated skirt. The girl with the cute bum though was not so fortunate, showing all the classic signs of desperation as she was forced to stand and wait her turn for the ticket barrier.

Fortunately their exit through the barrier was more straightforward and Holly again watched the cute bum wiggle its way across the station concourse and towards the exit.  Outside the cold night air hit again and Holly upped her pace. She was very much looking to getting home for several reasons, all of them related to getting out of her wet underwear.

By the corner of the station car park Holly had caught up with the jeans girl and together they rounded the corner to find themselves approaching the rugby boys who now were all standing in a line, all in various stages of pissing against the brick wall in front of them. Six or eight streams of their piss, sparkling in the sodium lighting as it arced against the wall, splattered and ran in streams across the pavement.

"Great" muttered the girl turning slightly to Holly, who smiled and said "Shall I walk with you? Come on, let's cross over".

The two girls ignored the inevitable shouts and jeers - although several of the suggestions the guys made were quite appealing, there was a time and a place of course.

It turned out the girl only lived around the corner from Holly and had been in town with her friends too, actually in the same pubs as Holly for some of the night. The two girls chatted happily as they walked, almost like old friends until suddenly the girl, who it turned out was called Hayley, suddenly changed the subject.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm literally about to wet myself. I was really bursting on the train, then the toilets were closed.  Sorry. This is so embarrassing, and I hardly know you. Oh God..."

"Don't worry" replied Holly.  "I know what it's like, we've all been there.  Look, there's nobody about, let's find you somewhere to go"

"Oh please hurry up, I don't think I can hold on"

Quickly looking around, Holly spotted a side alley between two houses, a sort of driveway leading to the rear of the properties. On one side was a house wall and bushy trees on the other. Holly took hold of Hayley's arm and steered her off the street into the alley.

"Are you sure?" Hayley whispered with a desperate quiver in her voice "I don't know if...."

"Well it's either here or you'll be walking home in wet jeans" whispered Holly back at her.  The irony of that comment wasn't lost, Holly was quite enjoying the feeling of very damp cotton against her skin, but less so the feeling of the damp skirt against her bum.  Holly decided it was time to lead by example, reaching under her skirt and wriggling her black cotton thong to her knees.  Holly squatted where she was and although she didn't really need to go, after concentrating for a few seconds was able to release a gentle trickle that fell almost silently onto the ground below her skirt.

As she did so, Hayley obviously had weighed up the options and started ripping open her jeans, forcing them and panties down in one movement. Even as she was dropping into a high squat she start a noisy splatter of pee onto the ground. Unlike Holly, this was no delicate trickle. This girl obviously wasn't kidding when she said she was desperate. Her stream sprayed pretty much at random, hitting the ground first behind her and then as she dropped into a lower squat gushing forwards. In the darkness Hayley managed to spray the backs of her jeans, her own shoes and at one point splashing against Holly's bare legs too.

Holly had of course finished her little wee and on standing up had stepped out of her still soaked thong. Holly gave herself a wipe with it before throwing it towards the hedge.

This was certainly turning into a night Holly hadn't expected - first of all releasing a full bladder in public whilst sitting on her train seat and becoming hugely aroused by it, now sharing a secret outdoor wee with a girl she'd never met before and standing in the darkness now commando. The eroticism of the evening wasn't lost on her, she could feel the very pleasant tingle of naughty arousal at the thought of the whole events, picturing the scene of one of the guys in the club again trying to reach up her skirt, maybe one of her friends - they were all good friends after all.  Maybe one of the rugby guys from the train?  Maybe several of them.  Maybe her new friend Hayley was that way inclined?  Holly's mind was starting to create more delicious pictures when she was jolted back to reality by a security light behind her suddenly lighting the alleyway.

Hayley squealed, jumping up and yanking her jeans back up as best she could, remnants of her stream falling as droplets from her thighs as she did so. The two girls didn't wait around to see if anyone had spotted them, and didn't stop running until both out of breath they reached the second lamp post.  Looking at each other the two girls both started to talk at the same time then collapsed into fits of giggles.

"I can't believe I've just done that. I don't know what I'd have done otherwise..." said Hayley.

With a wink Holly replied "Probably you'd have wet yourself?"

"Well, I did that anyway.  I'd already started to go as I was pulling my jeans down. Then I think I sprayed the backs of my legs and I was still weeing when I pulled them up. My panties are soaking. I may as well just have kept them on."

"Don't worry" said Holly "My house is just there, if you want to come back and we can get you all cleaned up.  I'm single, Oh God, erm what I mean is, erm I live alone..."

"I'd like that very much" smiled Hayley, giving Holly a kiss on the cheek and slipping an arm around her waist.

 

[Kupar 13,341]

Wow! Fantastic story Mr Goose 🙂 I really like Holly - she's a *lot* of fun. I am enjoying picturing those scenes, and thinking about what's coming next 🙂 

[Sophie 24,412]

Magnificent update to the series! As Kupar said, Holly seems like a lot of fun!  I wish my nights out were like that.  M and I thoroughly enjoyed reading this together. So much so he gave me a little request.

"Do you think you could do that for me Soph?"
"What, wet myself on the train?"
"No, walk around with wet knickers underneath your skirt."

I think I might be doing something once it gets a little warmer!

Thank you for writing this. I'm looking forward to the next installment (If you write one, no pressure of course!)

[kalle2020 926]

6 minutes ago, Sophie said:

"No, walk around with wet knickers underneath your skirt."

I completely agree with your husband! That's also one of my favorite scenarios.

[hotwetslut 81]

I am definitely ready for the next part as well

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

On 2/26/2021 at 10:24 PM, Sophie said:

Magnificent update to the series! As Kupar said, Holly seems like a lot of fun!  I wish my nights out were like that.  M and I thoroughly enjoyed reading this together. So much so he gave me a little request.

"Do you think you could do that for me Soph?"
"What, wet myself on the train?"
"No, walk around with wet knickers underneath your skirt."

I think I might be doing something once it gets a little warmer!

Thank you for writing this. I'm looking forward to the next installment (If you write one, no pressure of course!)

I just glanced back at the story and comments...  and this made me smile.

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

(Continuing the tale of Holly and new friend Hayley, with pee reminiscences and a little gentle action between girls)

 

“Are you trying to get me even more drunk?” giggled Hayley, wobbling slightly precariously on the kitchen stool as Holly poured an obscene measure of gin into the young girl’s glass.

“Of course not…  well, probably not…  well, erm maybe” smiled Holly in return.  “Is that a problem?  Perfect way to end a night with a new friend is it not?   Cheers!”

It was fair to say it was certainly an unexpected outcome to the evening.  Hayley hadn’t expected to be sitting half naked in just bra and T shirt in a near stranger’s kitchen watching her jeans and panties splashing around and around in the washing machine. She still wasn’t quite sure how she’d given in so easily to stripping in front of a near stranger. Holly who’d also removed her damp skirt and panties certainly hadn’t been expecting to entertain a young guest either, but wasn’t complaining.

“Are you a policeman, i mean police-erm-lady?” asked Hayley, with a sudden look of tipsy horror on her face “Are you going to arrest me for weeing in public?  I didn’t mean too, I couldn’t help it…  I couldn’t cope in prison!”

“No silly - why would you think that?  Oh, bless you, you look like you’re about to cry.  These text books?  No don’t worry - I’m a driving instructor,  that’s why I have all the boring advanced driving books.  And besides, the only handcuffs I have are pink, furry and strictly for the bedroom”.

As she was speaking, Holly placed a reassuring hand on the young girl’s leg which somehow slid slightly further up her thigh than intended.  Their eyes met for a moment, before Hayley blushed and looked away.  As brief as it was Holly felt a tingle through her body.

For a couple of minutes the two ladies sat in silence sipping on their gin before young Hayley again broke the silence “I couldn’t do that job, I mean I’m too shy for one - but if you’re driving round with people all day what do you do when, you know… well, when you really need a wee?”

“It’s something I’ve got used to I guess.  A combination of not drinking too much in the morning, and quite often I have students on tests so I can have a wee at the test centre.  Other than that, it’s just a matter of coping. Sometimes have a wee somewhere quiet, sometimes just hold it.  I’m usually at some state of bursting when I get home at night though.  Does it sound really weird that actually feeling desperate, up to a point, actually feels nice? Maybe it’s just me?”

Hayley looked a little doubtful “Erm, I suppose it’s nice sitting on the toilet at home and feeling the relief.  I’ve never really thought about it.  Actually, tonight was the first time I’ve had a wee outside since I was little, and I still can’t believe I did”.

Holly carried on “I always wear a skirt for work and I park my car around the back for a good reason. Sometimes I’ll slip panties off in the car after my last student has finished. That way I’ve got the freedom to choose where and when to pee.”

Hayley looked at her friend enquiringly.

“What I mean is, usually I’ll make it to the bathroom, and absolutely explode either on the toilet or sometimes just jump into the bath. But I’ve got the option just to stand in the back yard and kick off my shoes, or even to pretend I’m checking stuff in the car boot outside. Sometimes I’ll even push my luck and tease myself by calling to get petrol on the way. Now that’s a real cross-legged challenge.  There’s something really liberating too about parking in a supermarket car park during the day and leaving a few minutes later and a litre lighter.

Even if I happen to misjudge it dribble while I’m driving, which has happened, my black pinstripe skirt has a silky lining and would have to get totally soaked before it showed anything.  Not like that school skirt I had on earlier, I wasn’t exactly planning to soak it and leave a puddle on the train floor.  It just sort of happened, it wasn’t even like I was really bursting.”

“That was you?” replied Hayley wide eyed “I saw a little puddle running down the floor, I thought maybe someone knocked a can over,  how naughty”

“I suppose it was a little ‘naughty’ as you say, but I was a bit drunk.  The thing is, it’s only wee.  There’s no need to worry about it. Clothes wash, skin dries. No harm done. The last time I had a wee outdoors - Thursday, and the time before that Wednesday. If fact almost every day. The thing is, when I was growing up my parents were dead chilled.  If me or my brother needed a wee, they were cool with it”.

Hayley took another sip of her gin. “I wish my mum had been like that. One time we were at church, it was a really long sermon and really strict.  Nobody was allowed to get up to go to the toilet during the service. My sister completely wet herself in her seat and my mum grounded both of us for a week.  Her for wetting and me for giggling.  So that’s why I was so horrified and shocked tonight at wetting myself.  It’s funny though, now it just feels naughty.  If she could see me now. Two fingers up at the bitch.  But I can't believe how relaxed you are about the whole peeing thing - it's awesome”.

"Well" replied Holly "There's no reason to be shy about it.  Everyone has to pee one way or another.  Sometimes when I'm teaching female students we'll even cover it in lessons - just in case they get caught short, you know".

"Oh I'd love to learn from you" replied Hayley with a slightly goofy grin.

With that Holly jumped from her stool to give her new friend a hug.  As she did so, she suddenly realised how strong she’d made the gin which on top of the evening’s drinks had pushed her right back to the very drunk stage.  What had intended to be a friendly hug turned into a full on embrace, Holly burying her face into Hayley’s neck and feeling the rough laciness of the young girl’s bra against her own nipples through two thin layers of fabric. 

Even more pleasantly, as Holly had wobbled slightly towards Hayley, she’d parted the younger girl’s knees and as she stood in front of the stool could feel Hayley’s knee slip under her pussy applying just the right pressure.  That was just the pressure Holly had been imagining being pressed when she’d been dreaming on the train - had it been deja vu?  Either way it felt incredible and thoughts flashed through Holly’s drunken mind of again bursting for a wee and the young girl pressing on just the right spot to hold… briefly.

Holly pulled back slightly without loosening her grip too much, allowing her lips to gently kiss Hayley’s neck, then up to chin, then their lips meeting.  Hayley didn’t protest in the slightest, allowing their touch to become a longer lingering kiss.

Finally Holly pulled back just enough to whisper the words “come with me…” before taking Hayley’s hand and leading her towards the staircase.

[Kupar 13,341]

Well this is progressing very nicely indeed Goose - thank you for writing such a hot chapter! You write natural dialogue better than anyone on this site, and I strongly believe that the hottest stories are the ones with the most relatable, credible scenarios - so this does it for me. Thanks again! 

[Sweets 4,517]

Really enjoying the story so far.  Can’t wait for the next chapter.   

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Holly led Hayley by the hand carefully up the stairs - carefully on account of the huge amount of gin the two girls had consumed over the last hour.

At the top of the stairs Holly paused, turning towards Hayley and again embracing in a deep hug, kissing the younger girl’s neck. This time Hayley didn’t hold back, returning the kisses and cuddles too.  After a few moments though Hayley pulled back a little.

“Erm, do you mind if I just use your bathroom?”

Holly didn’t answer the girl’s question directly.  “So before tonight you’ve never had a grown up wee anywhere other than a toilet?”

“Erm, well, no.  I’m always careful.   Can I use the loo.  Pleeeesssseeee?”

“No” replied Holly with a naughty smile, although the subtlety was a little lost on young Hayley.

“But I really need a wee, I’m bursting” protested Hayley, with a note of anguish in her voice and a cute squirming little pee dance to emphasise the point.

“Well you’re not using the bathroom.  That’d be boring.  Of course you can have a wee - I just said you couldn’t use the bathroom.  I think it’s about time we educated you in the way of the free-pee.  So let’s get this party started!”.

Hayley didn’t look convinced, her eyes painting a picture of anxiety, confusion and tipsiness.  “So, what should I do….  I can’t wait long”.

“Simple” replied Holly.  “This is a tatty old carpet, and it’s going soon.  Just do it. Just relax. Just let go.”

Hayley still didn’t look convinced.  “Just imagine you’re in the shower. You do pee in the shower don’t you?   Well whatever.”  Advised Holly.  “It’s simple - you’ve got no jeans or panties on, you’re standing on soft absorbent carpet, just let it start to trickle out.”

As she was speaking Holly lowered her hands from Hayley’s waist down over her waist with one hand landing on Hayley’s hip. With the other hand she placed her fingertips lower on the girl’s inner thigh.

Hayley closed her eyes and gasped slightly as she felt the gentle tingle of fingertips touching her leg. The fingertips danced up and down her inner thigh like nothing she’d ever felt before.  For a moment Hayley was lost in the moment enjoying the feeling, and then the sensation of the fingertips moving upwards.

This time the fingertips stayed just as gentle, but instead of returning back downwards, the tingling touch continued upwards.  Hayley gasped again, surely Holly wasn’t going to….   She was!

At that moment Holly’s fingertips reached the soft curls of Hayley’s pubic hair, the tingle giving way to electric bolts.  Simultaneously the need to wee struck Hayley with a vengeance, the two feelings combining like nothing she’d ever felt before.

Hayley moaned and writhed as the fingertips stroked her tight curls and then it happened. Hayley felt herself dampen and then a moment later felt a trickle tracking its way backwards to her buttock and then rolling down the back of her leg.  Then another small rivulet tracking down the other leg.

The fingers became a little more insistent, parting her lips and one fingertip settling on what Hayley didn’t even know was her peehole.  Hayley could feel the pressure of the finger and the pressure of another spurt of wee against that finger.  Then the finger moved slightly, starting to make small circles around her clitoris.

Hayley moaned and buried her face in Holly’s neck, relishing every moment of her new friends touch. One more trickle gave way to a longer gentle stream, and then to an uncontrolled flow falling straight to the floor.

The sound of gentle moans was overtaken by the sound of liquid splattering onto the carpet. Hayley could feel the immediate pressure on her bladder ease, just on of the senses overloading her brain at that moment.  Hayley barely noticed the sound of a second stream of liquid falling onto the already sodden carpet.

Hayley felt her hand being grasped and thrust between Holly’s legs, palm up so that her fingers cupped Holly’s pubic mound and cleft.  Hayley didn’t register until much later that she was feeling bare shaved skin, the only thing she noticed was the heat of Holly’s pee trickling through her fingers.

For an eternity the ecstasy seemed to continue before finally the two girls finished almost at the same time, both of their bladders empty.  Pulling away the two girls gasped for breath, both slightly incredulous at what had just happened.  Holly reached a towel off the radiator conveniently nearby, drying off Hayley’s shins and thighs before her own.

Then without a word, and without switching on the lights, Holly led Hayley into the bedroom ripping off her T-shirt as she did so.

[Kupar 13,341]

Wow! That's a fantastic description of a very, very beautiful moment between the two girls ❤️. Thank you 😊

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

(Continuing Holly & Hayley's tale - more female desperation and wetting)

Hi all, it’s Hayley here.  Obviously you’ll have heard about me in the story with Holly, my newfound train companion, outdoor pee coach, gin drinking bad influence, bi-sexual temptress and overall new best friend with benefits.

Most of that all happened last Friday night, but now I want to tell you about an incredible day today.  I didn’t quite know what to expect. Holly told me to be ready at nine and just dressed as though it was a normal day in the office - but to bring a change of casual clothes.  So I was just finishing getting dressed when the doorbell rang ten minutes early. I quickly tucked my white blouse into my pencil line black pinstripe skirt and was still zipping up as I answered the door.

It was of course Holly, who it turned out was dressed very similarly.

“I’ll be with you in just one sec” I said after giving her a warm hug and kiss, “let me just have a quick wee”

“Oh don’t worry about that” she said, “plenty of chance where we’re going.”

So next thing I knew we were in Holly’s car and I was in the driving seat heading towards town. I guessed maybe she was taking me for breakfast somewhere, or maybe to the big retail centre. I hoped it wasn’t too far. I’d had a pee first thing during my morning shower - a bit of a newly acquired pleasure if I’m honest. Holding my full bladder whilst the water warmed up and then being able to relax and feel the pressure ease, watching the shower tray turn golden and then clear again.  Since then I’d had a glass of apple juice and a coffee and I could feel the pressure starting to build.

As we drove Holly explained what we were doing. She told me that as a driving instructor specialising in lady learners, the biggest fear they had wasn’t parallel parking or mechanical problems, it was the fear of travelling distances in case they were caught short.  So the business lady in Holly had recognised this and now gave special lessons for her lady drivers on coping techniques.  With that in mind Holly pointed me to the juice bottle sitting in the car’s cup holder and explained it was a very mild natural diuretic and that I should drink it.

It seems somehow Holly has this strange power over me, that I just don’t seem to be able to say no to.  Whether it was pulling down my jeans to pee on the way home with her the other night, or to have a naughty pee on her carpet, I just didn’t seem to be able to refuse.  That’s how I found myself putting an empty bottle back into the cup holder and surprisingly soon after, found myself feeling a very familiar strong and rapidly growing dull ache against the waist band of my skirt.

As we were driving Holly explained a bit more about her instruction methods, which would have been fine - except the subject matter being on desperation whilst driving. Holly explained all the statistics around accidents due to distracted driving - and worse being the consequences of a burst bladder if I was to crash whilst desperate.  That did absolutely nothing to help my predicament, the combination of seatbelt pressing against my own bladder and the drink had me finding it difficult to concentrate on nothing else.

I don’t know if Holly sensed it, or whether my tense posture gave it away, but thankfully she directed me to turn into a petrol station. In my mind I ran through the quick plan - passing the pumps, parking and going into the shop, praying that the ladies’ wouldn’t be occupied…  But Holly had other ideas and made me pull up next to a pump.

“If you can just put ten quid in please, and I’ll go in and pay” she said with a wink.  I managed to keep my panic to myself and it was obvious she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.  She stood next to me whilst I put the pump into the gas, pumped and finally reached the £10.00 point.

The whole experience was sheer torture. Opening my legs to get out of the car was bad enough, and then I literally had to stand with my legs clamped crossed the whole time bending forwards slightly.  Why is there always that delay before the pump actually starts? I could feel my pee muscles just starting to twinge a little and how I kept control when the pump jolted into life I’ll never know. And if I thought that was bad, the actual flow of petrol into the tank was the final assault.  Eventually though, somehow I managed it. Well just about, my knickers did feel definitely damper than they had done when I left the house.

Then Holly broke the next bombshell - that this petrol station didn’t have toilets.  But she promised that if I just got in the car she’d pay as quickly as possible and then get somewhere I could have relief.  

Sitting in the seat again sort of helped, but only fractionally. I was right on the edge, bouncing and rocking gently and cursing the calf length pencil skirt. If only I’d worn jeans I could have a hand or probably both hands clamped between my legs.  As it was though all I could do was try and clench as hard as I could, trying not to flood Holly’s car seat. I had no idea what I was going to do, apart from wet myself but I was determined not to do that. Not in her car seat.

After what seemed like an age Holly returned and got back into the car. She saw the look of terror in my eyes and gave my leg a reassuring squeeze before directing me to drive over to the airline just at the side of the forecourt.

“Do you torture all your pupils like this ?  I really am about to wet myself in your car you know” I stammered, my voice quivering.

“Five seconds I promise” replied Holly with a smile. “Out you get and come around here”.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do, or how this was supposed to help, but for the second time I opened the door and levered myself out of the car.  This time not as successfully as I felt a spurt of pee warm my panties and tickle the back of my thigh as it ran down my leg. I managed to clench and just about regain control.

“Right” said Holly “Crouch down by the tyre as though you’re checking it and just relax. Let it all out, just pee…”

Thinking about it afterwards, I have no idea how I’ve got into these situations with Holly, and why I let myself do it, but even as I was crouching down the floodgates opened, my panties instantly soaked and a waterfall of pee cascaded off the back of my skirt onto the floor. I sort of hitched the skirt up a little, for what good it did and crouched down. 

It was only then I noticed Holly had done exactly the same thing, only her skirt was looser and she’d positioned it over her heels. Evidently she didn’t have panties on as I could see an arc of her wee projecting in front of her hitting the concrete floor just under her knees and forming rivulets which ran under the car. My own painful bladder continued to empty itself, with the stream running down the inside of my skirt and splattering under my own knees before flowing under the car too.

Finally I was done.  I gasped and giggled, it seemed like I hadn’t breathed for the entire time and the air felt cool.  Standing up, I could feel the lining of my skirt clinging to my legs and I could feel my soaked black cotton briefs cooling in the morning air.

“Don’t worry, the back of your skirt doesn’t show a trace” reassured Holly. “I’ve got the same type and the lining is wonderful. You probably want to take your wet knickers off though. And don’t worry, I’ve got the stain protection on the car seat so no issues there”.

“So that was part one of the lesson - the roadside checks whilst wearing a skirt technique.  In other words, just crouch down and pee - nobody will assume anything other than you checking over your car.  The other learning point is it's so much less messy when you're not wearing panties. I know I was cruel making you fill up and I'm sorry. I’m amazed you didn’t just wet yourself standing at the pump. You’ve got skills girl.

Now, next stop a large coffee and some more juice…”

 

(To be continued…)

[Sophie 24,412]

I think that was the hottest part yet. Phenomenal! 

I'm tempted to go for a drive now... 

[Kupar 13,341]

Wow - just fabulous!  So creative, and written with the skill of a master story-teller 🙂 And hot af ... thank you!

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

2 hours ago, Sophie said:

I think that was the hottest part yet. Phenomenal! 

I'm tempted to go for a drive now... 

I hope you did....

[Sophie 24,412]

2 hours ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I hope you did....

I did 🙂 Not as good as your story though 

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

(Continuing from exactly where the last part left off – with more of the same…)

With that Holly stood up, jumped a little on the spot and opened the passenger door to her car.  I stood up a little more gingerly, looking down at the drips of my own clear silvery liquid falling from my skirt.  I desperately wanted to peer behind me and see how badly soaked it was, but I really didn’t want to draw attention to myself. Not on a garage forecourt anyway. I was already sure my flushed cheeks gave me away. Instead I brushed a hand across the back of my skirt as though to smooth it out. It didn’t feel too wet, and as I walked around to get in the driver’s seat my wet panties clinging to my bum and private parts didn’t feel as unpleasant as I expected.

Back on the road Holly took up her role of navigator and instructor again.  After maybe ten or fifteen minutes of driving through the town traffic, Holly pointed out a car park entrance she wanted me to turn into.  It was one of those concrete multi-storey affairs for the large shopping centre just on the edge of the town centre. What the Americans would call a mall I guess.

Once through the barrier I steered carefully past the rows of parked cars and up the ramps.

“There’s a space” I said, but Holly replied “No, go up one more level – I’ll explain why”

So, up we went.  Holly pointed out a space at the far end of the row and insisted I reverse into it.  Once out of the car Holly walked to the back and opened the tailgate, before calling me to join her.

“Right, next step of the lesson. Imagine you’ve just got here and you really need a wee. I know this is a shopping centre and has toilets, but that’s not always going to be the case.  Look around you, the cars next to us and walls are pretty much hiding us from view, even the CCTV cameras can’t see much.  And again, nobody is going to suspect someone getting something out of a car boot.”

Looking around Holly had a point, and even though it was only ten minutes since my last pee I could feel that familiar feeling in my tummy. Obviously the drink she'd given me was working to full effect.

‘Well, why not’ I thought to myself, 'After all I’m already wet.'

So turning slightly I stood with my feet apart and relaxed my hold on that one particular muscle. The one muscle that somehow all through adolescent and adult life seems the most natural thing to clench shut when the need strikes.  Now it seemed perfectly natural just to relax it and actually quite enjoy the warmth spreading through my wet panties again.

Even though Holly had literally just described the action, the look of surprise on her face was priceless as she saw and I felt the splatter of liquid off the concrete floor against my bare ankles and calves.

“Wow, you’re a quick learner” she laughed.  “I think we can safely say you mastered that one.  Think this may be a good moment to lose the wet panties though.  You brought a change of clothes like I asked didn’t you?”

I nodded and then got my bag out from the back seat of the car. I did have a very slight  moment of panic though;  Inside the back I had my favourite skinny jeans and a light V-neck jumper.  What I didn’t have though were any spare panties.  Quickly I weighed up the options….  The back of my skirt was definitely wet and I didn’t want to walk through the shopping centre showing everyone a wet bum.  And now my panties were absolutely saturated, so I definitely couldn’t keep them on under my jeans.

Only one thing for it I said to myself.  I’m not normally the sort of girl to consider going commando as they call it. Not until today anyway, but then it was a day for new experiences.  At least there’d be a shop nearby I could buy some new knickers.

Looking around again to satisfy myself nobody was nearby, I lifted my skirt just enough to wriggle out of my panties and then stepped into my jeans. After more wriggling to get them on, I could then get out of my wet skirt.

Holly must have read my mind as I contemplated what to do with the soggy mess that had been my black cotton, lacy trimmed briefs.

“If it was me, I’d leave them here for some unsuspecting guy to find.  It’ll maybe give him something to have a perv over…” she laughed, and I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.  I suspected she wasn’t joking.

 

-   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -   -  

Nearly an hour later we were still sat in the food court with empty coffee cups in front of us.  It didn’t seem like an hour, time had flashed past.  We hadn’t actually got past the food court.  I was still panty-less. The feeling of the seam inside my jeans pressing on my most intimate area was not at all unpleasant, if a little naughty. I’d already decided that buying new underwear wasn’t a big priority.

Mostly the reason we’d been sat there for so long was the depth of the conversation we were lost in. Holly had explained the reason for her extra ‘ladies only’ lessons. Apparently she'd once had a learner who’d wet herself during the driving test. Partly out of nerves it seemed but also down to simply the need to release a bursting bladder anywhere else.

I'm no psychologist and even less a sex therapist, but as she talked and I listened a clear picture emerged. Holly, it struck me, had quite a history when it came to peeing in unusual places and situations. I mean, everyone has the odd tale of course just like my bursting walk home from the station the other night and then not being able to unfasten my jeans quite in time.

In Holly’s case though, it seemed like there was a lot more to it and now finally she’d found someone to open her soul to.  She told me all sorts of tales, recounting the numerous places she pee’d when out and about – some of them just through necessity between driving lessons, but also some naughty and daring places too.  She told me about her deliberate release, wetting  her panties on the train home when we first met.  How naïve am I that I saw the trail of liquid flowing up the carriage, but assumed someone had knocked over a can of lager?

It seemed that Holly has a pretty ‘golden’ sex life too. Apparently it’s high on the agenda with all the guys (and girls) she gets involved with.  That figured too thinking about it. Within a couple of hours of meeting she was pressing my hand against her peeing pussy. The thought that I was the next of her conquests was actually quite a flattering one.

I’ve said before that somehow Holly seems to have a power over me. She just suggests something and I find myself doing it.  Up until last week me having a pee was just having a pee.  Just a natural function carried out behind a closed bathroom door.  I’d occasionally had a wee outside as a kid, you know what it’s like in the long summer holidays not wanting to miss the fun and go home, but other than that it was just ‘going to the toilet’.  Sure there were times I got home a little frantic, but doesn’t everyone?

Then suddenly within half an hour of meeting Holly I’d wet my jeans in front of her, I’d stood and pissed on her carpet, I’d let her pee on my hand, and now today I’d deliberately wet my panties twice outside with her. I’m not sure what surprised me most – that I found myself doing these things, or that actually I was beginning to quite enjoy these experiences.

Perhaps there is something to be said for naughtiness, adding some spice to life, allowing these experiences to happen. Perhaps I should take a leaf out of Holly’s book, perhaps I should change the way I think about ‘just having a pee’.

‘Yes. That’s it Hayley.  Mind made up.’ I thought to myself.  The start of a new adventure. ‘It’s the golden life for me.’

[Kupar 13,341]

Tremendously erotic, and beautifully plausible, which makes it so arousing 🙂. Altogether a productive use of your indoor time for the delight of us all. Thank you! 

[wetwulf 3,324]

Lovely and sexy! I hope we hear more about the golden life from Hayley!

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

22 minutes ago, wetwulf said:

Lovely and sexy! I hope we hear more about the golden life from Hayley!

Thanks - She's not home yet. There is one more part...   Watch this space.