Alice … and more (fan fiction) - part 1

[Kupar 12,508]

[Contains female desperation, wetting, and later, perhaps, lesbian sex and nonchalant semi-public peeing]

Sara couldn’t remember when she had been as on edge. She was looking forward to it of course, but now the day had arrived she was a mess of emotions.

A few months ago, she and Matt and Roxane had watched together the last of the TV programmes where the beautiful, sexy Alice Levine had, over three episodes, learned about different aspects of sex that might be considered taboo by many. There’d been one about couples who cam, a look at different BDSM relationships, and a final programme on sex and ‘wellness’ – tantric goddesses and the like – but nothing about pee. And that was disappointing. What Sara would have given to see Alice’s beautiful eyes opening wide as she watched a sexy couple enjoying the delights of wetting and weeing together!

“Why don’t you write to her?” Matt had said. And that’s how, twelve weeks later, Sara was jiggling about at home, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

“Hi – I’m Alice,” said Alice, a little unnecessarily: the shoulder-length flame-red hair, paper-white skin and beautiful wide grey-blue eyes enhanced with subtle cat-flick eyeliner made her one of the most recognisable TV presenters in the country. “And you must be … desperate!” It clearly hadn’t taken Alice long to notice Sara’s little dance.

“Yes, err, a bit! But not too desperate yet! Come in,” giggled Sara – though whether she was giggly and jiggly because she’d not been for a wee for four hours or because she was nervous and a little star-struck even she wasn’t sure. Alice stepped inside – and it wasn’t long before she, Sara and Matt were enjoying a cup of tea on the sofa while Steve the cameraman captured the scene from the corner of the room. The chat turned to the city, where Alice had been a student, and how good it was to revisit old haunts, and that sort of thing: a lovely, relaxed conversation that put Sara at ease – so much so that she was almost able to forget about the pressure in her bladder.

Almost. “I’m so sorry – I am going to have to stand up and move about a little,” Sara interrupted, getting to her feet and shifting from foot to foot. “You did say that you wanted to know all about the kink, so I’ve been filling up during the morning. I’ve probably had a couple of litres of orange squash in the last hour and a half and now this tea. These jeans are quite tight around my middle too…”

“You really must be feeling it now,” laughed Alice, “I’d be nearly bursting I think – an 8 or 9 out of 10! What do you get out of being so desperate?” It was a little difficult to keep the conversation going but somehow Sara managed to explain as best she could how it wasn’t just the moment of relief itself that was enjoyable, but the anticipation, the effort to keep control, the games she played to stretch the experience out as far as she could. And that it was often sexually charged – especially if she was already in the mood.

“I will quite often make holding and wetting a part of a long seduction,” she explained, between pauses to regain her composure. “It starts with putting on special clothes I feel sexy in and that I know Matt likes to see me wearing, and when I’m getting close, I’ll make sure he’s nearby so he can watch me, and I can see his reactions. It’s lovely for both of us - a real shared experience, and wet sex afterwards is just on another level!”

Sara couldn’t believe she was talking about all this with another person, but Alice was so attentive, and so non-judgmental, listening carefully and asking questions about where and when Sara liked to experience her wetting, that it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

They moved to the kitchen - Sara almost bent double as she held on - and Matt filled the kettle, noisily, for a top up of tea. Sara moaned slightly. “Do you find that being outside or in a public place adds something to the excitement? Or having another person watch you?" Alice asked. "I imagine that since we’ve pretty much all been brought up to think that wetting yourself is naughty, if you enjoy it, anything that makes it even more naughty must make it even better.”

“You’re right!” said Sara. “That’s exactly how it is! I really want to do more risky things like that but it’s so difficult to find places and occasions when I would feel just the right combination of comfortable and uncomfo…. Oh! I have to…” gasped Sara as she felt a little spurt escape into her thong. “I have to go now – it’s coming…!”

Even though it had happened hundreds of times, it was still an extraordinary experience – her whole body swamped in a tsunami of pleasure as if for the first time she lost control, after trying so hard – so hard – to keep it together. She felt again that delicious surrender to an overwhelming force, the blissful complete release, the physical stimulation of her pussy as the pee flowed, the warmth and wetness spreading from her crotch down her thighs and round to her arse, the jeans clinging ever tighter to her curves. She closed her eyes and a smile appeared, unbidden, on her face – impossible to stop. Her lips parted and she exhaled loudly in a long, slow vocalisation of tension released and paradise found.

She shuddered and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Matt gazing at her with that puppy-dog face that always melted her heart – she loved him more than she could say. And she noticed Alice, who had one hand pressing firmly through the thin fabric of her miniskirt between her thighs as she sat on a kitchen stool. Sara wasn’t so absorbed in her own relief and pleasure that she didn’t realise something was strange. Then the penny dropped. Noticing the pee dance at the door; the ten-point desperation scale; the questions about the naughtiness of public and outdoor peeing, and of sharing the moment with others: could Alice be into pee herself? Surely she was! Sara’s heart skipped a beat, but before she could say anything, Matt beat her to it. “Alice, can I ask you something? Do you know more about this kink that you’re letting on?”

The presenter’s cheeks flushed crimson – there was no way she could hide the fact she’d been busted. “Well, I, err, I … oh! OK – yes. I admit it. I have been known to hold, and wet myself for my own pleasure,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m sorry – I should have told you really, but for the programme I have to play the wide-eyed innocent, and with this fetish, I just can’t. It’s something I really enjoy. There: my secret’s out. But you mustn’t tell anyone. You know how it is – most people just don’t understand.”

The three of them just looked at each other: Sara with her legs apart, her jeans soaked dark blue in a large patch and a puddle round her feet on the floor; Matt with a very noticeable bulge in his jeans as he leaned back against the kitchen worktop, and Alice flushed and embarrassed, squirming as she perched on the front of the stool.

There was an awkward silence, finally broken by Alice: “Can I … can I wee now please? I so need to go. Please let me wee!” Then silence again … and then a splattering sound as Alice’s pee hit the tiled floor; dripping at first, then steady, then more forcefully as the splashing sound was joined by a hiss. Sara watched, mesmerised, as Alice bit her bottom lip, reached both hands to the hem of her skirt, raised it high and parted her knees wide. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her pee kept coming, jetting powerfully from the most beautiful slit Sara had ever seen and arcing across the kitchen towards where Sara stood, pooling on the tiles, flowing towards Sara’s pee-pond. Their puddles joined, and Sara finally lifted her gaze from Alice’s neat, ginger landing strip and glistening labia; the women looked into each other’s eyes.

As Alice’s waterfall finally subsided, she stood up and walked across the room, reached for Sara’s hand and bent her head to kiss Sara’s neck: “Touch me,” she whispered, guiding Sara’s fingers to her wet temple. Sara's fingers brushed against Alice's labia and her mouth sought out those perfect red lips, her spare hand reaching round behind Alice's head pulling her urgently towards her. Her fingers curled upwards into the wet warmth of soft flesh and her tongue pushed anxiously against Alice's lips, feeling them yield...

Matt unbuttoned his jeans and released his stiffening cock. But he knew when he wasn't needed - or wanted. He stood quietly in the corner, stroking gently.

[End of part 1]

[gldenwetgoose 20,287]

Why have I only just read this now....   really hoping Part 2 is coming along soon.   Meanwhile, I'll be quietly standing in the corner alongside Matt.

[Kupar 12,508]

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Why have I only just read this now....   really hoping Part 2 is coming along soon.   Meanwhile, I'll be quietly standing in the corner alongside Matt.

Haha! Thank you for that 🙂 I will see whether part 2 emerges ... I know where the story's going but I'm having a little difficulty with the transition from where we are now to where it will end up. Bear with me ... And I'm glad you like it.

[MidoriLemonade85 1,948]

Gorgeous story, Kupar. I can really relate to Sara. The way that you explain the intense sensory pleasure of holding, and the anticipation, the sexually charged nature of it…it can be hard to put this into words, let alone explain it to a non-PeeFan. The feeling just takes over to the exclusion of all else.  Yes, it is the naughtiness of it, the anti-convention side, the sharing of a very personal moment with someone special. And that person loving everything about you, even the waters from inside your body, made sacred through shared appreciation. It is the game of battling your own desperation and control….you know that the sensible thing to do is to release, but you are stronger and you hold it, and you feel what it does to you, until the game is up, and you surrender to this force that is bigger than you…the power and sheer amount of water inside of you that wins in the end. But gives you the pleasure of release. There is really nothing like it.
 

And for a long time, I thought I was the only person in the world experiencing this, which is why I am so glad to have found you, Kupar, you Goose, and all of our open-minded PeeFans companions to appreciate this gift that we as humans have. And to know I am not crazy. 
 

Kupar, your words are on another level….the magic you weave with them, the details, the feelings, the …....everything. You bring it to life, I can see, hear, feel what is happening with your characters. My favourite paragraph is this one below…as it is exactly how it feels for me. Paradise found, yes. 

 

“Even though it had happened hundreds of times, it was still an extraordinary experience – her whole body swamped in a tsunami of pleasure as if for the first time she lost control, after trying so hard – so hard – to keep it together. She felt again that delicious surrender to an overwhelming force, the blissful complete release, the physical stimulation of her pussy as the pee flowed, the warmth and wetness spreading from her crotch down her thighs and round to her arse, the jeans clinging ever tighter to her curves. She closed her eyes and a smile appeared, unbidden, on her face – impossible to stop. Her lips parted and she exhaled loudly in a long, slow vocalisation of tension released and paradise found.”

[Kupar 12,508]

6 hours ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Kupar, your words are on another level….the magic you weave with them, the details, the feelings, the …....everything.

You are very kind Midori. Too kind. I heartily commend to you the writing of @gldenwetgoose - the master. Everything I learned about writing this sort of thing I learned from him.

[gldenwetgoose 20,287]

<Blushes intensely>

[MidoriLemonade85 1,948]

38 minutes ago, Kupar said:

You are very kind Midori. Too kind. I heartily commend to you the writing of @gldenwetgoose - the master. Everything I learned about writing this sort of thing I learned from him.

Yes! Now that I have done my homework, and read your stories, I will read his stories next! 💚💚💚💚

[MidoriLemonade85 1,948]

29 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

<Blushes intensely>

💖💖

[Kupar 12,508]

4 minutes ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

Yes! Now that I have done my homework, and read your stories, I will read his stories next! 💚💚💚💚

 

[wjimmy 789]

On 10/18/2021 at 6:11 PM, Kupar said:

 

 

I'd never heard of Alice Levine or her TV programme but I'll keep an eye out for her from now on. This is a very sexy story, Kupar. The photograph makes it all the more exciting. Her parted lips and half smile make me imagine all sorts of sexy-dirty things. What is she thinking about? The thought that Alice might actually be into piss play - which you use in your story, of course - is intoxicating. Thank you.

[Kupar 12,508]

17 minutes ago, wjimmy said:

I'd never heard of Alice Levine or her TV programme but I'll keep an eye out for her from now on. This is a very sexy story, Kupar. The photograph makes it all the more exciting. Her parted lips and half smile make me imagine all sorts of sexy-dirty things. What is she thinking about? The thought that Alice might actually be into piss play - which you use in your story, of course - is intoxicating. Thank you.

You're welcome! Glad you liked it 🙂