Luck of the Irish

**gldenwetgoose** · March 17, 2023

(Real life style encounter with accounts of female desperation, teasing, peeing and oral)

Hi Peefans - Since it's St Patrick's Day today I thought it may be a good time to share something that happened a few weeks ago.

UK members may be familiar with the concept of a Speed Awareness Course, but for the international membership I'll explain. Basically in some conditions, if you get caught speeding in the UK you can get the option to pay for a classroom 'retraining' session rather than accept a fine and penalty points on your driving licence. And yes, that was me. What a numpty.

Anyway, I turned up to my appointed course and signed in. It was at a local government office, a shabby looking temporary building a classroom. In there were five tables, six chairs at each. The room was pretty full when I arrived - a mix of young and old, men and women. I picked one of the remaining few seats and sat down. Just as the course was about to start the door opened and the last participant made her entrance.

Talk about turning heads, she certainly caught a few people's attention - a young lady with dark ginger hair, a shapely figure in a knitted green top, brown leather miniskirt and matching brown leather boots. I couldn't believe my luck when she took her place in the spare seat next to me. As I smiled and said hello, my heart literally skipped a beat as I caught her eyes, the most spectacular bluey green eyes I've ever seen, almost emerald and a stunning smile too. This course was definitely looking up.

First things first the instructors got everyone to write their names on folded cards to stand on the table. I glanced across at my neighbour as she finished writing with a flourish. Aoife. "It's pronounced EE-fa" she explained, and the eye colour, the hair and the earthy colours suddenly made perfect sense. The most incredible Irish accent just completely topped off this vision of girl-next-door perfection. I was rapidly falling for a girl I'd literally not even properly met. I pointed at my card "Steve. It's pronounced Steve", which at least provoked a giggle and a "It's a pleasure to meet you then Steve, pronounced Steve".

The course started, the instructors trying their hardest to explain the purpose and the benefits we could get from it, apart from avoiding penalty points. As part of that introduction was an audience participation bit of shouting out the reasons why people may find themselves speeding. 'Running late', 'lack of concentration' and those sort of answers. Of course I couldn't resist offering up the 'bursting for a wee' suggestion, just to see if there was any reaction. Aoife gave me a sideways glance and just the tiniest hint of a smile.

The course carried on in the predictably tedious way, the instructors trying their hardest to get some reaction and participation from us, who obviously were there for one reason alone, and not to enjoy the experience. You could sense their frustration as they probed. With nobody offering much support they obviously tried a different tact.

"Ay-oaf, can you tell us..." the instructor began. "It's pronounced EE-fa" she interrupted.

"Aoife, then - please can you tell us about the circumstances that led to you being here today and what you've learned from it".

"Well, I'd been driving home and got stuck in stupid fecking traffic for like an hour. I'd had a huge mug of tea that was going right through me, so I was friggin' desperate for a wee. Finally the traffic cleared, and I put my foot down a bit to try and get home. That's when I drove past one of those stupid camera things".

"Erm, OK" said the instructor, "So what learning points did you find from this experience?"

"Well mostly that weeing yourself doesn't feel anywhere as bad as you'd think. Who'd have thought that whenever you're..."

"RIGHT" interrupted the instructor, with a tense raise of pitch "Erm, lets move on to a hazard perception video, erm, right..."

I looked at Aoife who winked back at me and smiled. "Really?" I whispered.

"Of course really. It was soooo hot!"

She didn't have to tell me, I had a mental picture also running at break-neck speed in my mind. This girl driving with a desperate pain in her bladder, then maybe giving in to slow dribbles, maybe a sudden spurt or even a flood. Wondering if she'd been wearing that leather skirt, tight denim jeans or something else. Wondering what style of underwear she'd been wearing.... But of course I couldn't let on what me as a total pee pervert was thinking.

"It would be hot - it's at body temperature" I whispered back with a smile.

"No, silly" she whispered "I mean it felt incredible, you know what I mean?" and with that I felt a hand squeeze my hard erect cock though my jeans - "You DO know exactly what I mean" she whispered.

I was completely lost for words - she was certainly not shy, and probably just as well I couldn't think of anything to say. The instructors had noticed our lack of attention and were giving us the hard stare, both of us looking down at the table and Aoife removing her hand.

I literally have no idea what the rest of the course was all about. My one track mind was playing wild fantasy movies in my mind, imagining a view under this girl's steering wheel - knees swinging side to side in a desperate fidget, right foot hard on the accelerator and left tapping on the car's floor. Then her knees parting to allow a view of a triangle of cream satin lace trimmed expensive panties. Bulging slightly as they curve around a mound of soft curls, unless she's trimmed. Then a dark line appearing right down the centre as the first trickle made its way out of her slit, quickly spreading until a visible stream appeared and pooled between her thighs. That pool getting deeper and sloshing about with the movement of the car, the wet patch soaking up and darkening the satin....

Before I knew it the course had drawn to a close, still my mind was obviously elsewhere. Aoife clearly wanted to be elsewhere, she wasted no time leaving the table. I literally had to wait a couple of minutes for my erection to subside before I stood up. I'd resigned myself that whatever had just happened was an amazing moment, and a memory to cherish but over as quickly as it had started.

Outside the classroom though, it became apparent why my beautiful Irish friend had been in such a rush - in the corridor an older lady standing with arms folded outside the ladies bathroom door and behind her Aoife, standing with legs firmly twisted together, one hand discretely in her lap as though she wanted to press herself. Clearly being desperate was something of a habit.

The sight of her there gave me another twinge in the trouser department, but not enough to show. Plus I needed a pee myself.

I pushed open the door to the gents and walked in, conscious of someone behind me and holding the door. I must have done a huge cartoon double take, it made Aoife laugh anyway - very briefly, followed by an "Oh feck, don't make me laugh, or I'll be weeing myself again."

Inside the bathroom we both looked around. A closed cubicle door with an 'out of order' sign on it, a urinal and a sink.

"This might just be your fecking lucky day" she purred, hoisting up her leather skirt and hooking two thumbs over a black lacy thong and pulling it down in a smooth movement. That answered two questions then - black lace and also smooth shaved, a neat clean slit that was very quickly straddling the urinal.

Time seemed to slow down as she leaned forwards, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Then with a deep sigh, the sound of a gentle hiss that grew in force and was soon joined by the gurgling of pee against the drain. I must confess I was probably staring, I was literally transfixed. I couldn't see too much, with the way she was leaning forwards. Just the peachy smooth skin in her mound, folding into a neat slit and either side just perfect neat rolls of delicious looking flesh. From below that slit, out of my sight was a her stream steadily flowing onto the porcelain below. That hissing stream lasted maybe twenty or thirty seconds before dwindling. Once she'd finished Aoife gave me a huge beaming smile.

"I take it you enjoyed that" she laughed, squeezing the bulge in my jeans again "You can have your pee now".

Being able to pee was the least possible thing at that precise moment - she knew that too "Shall I help you with that? After all, you've seen me in the buff, so only seems fair".

I'm going to imagine you don't need a blow by blow account, and to be honest it was a bit of a blur - let's just say that she has the perfect touch, exactly the right mix of pressure with one hand and gentle fingertip tickles with the other. And, erm, that tongue stud - wow.

And in return, well let's just say the lack of toilet paper didn't prove too much of an issue. Her stream had been pretty neat so not too many dribbles and splashes. Didn't stop me doing a dutiful job though. Only fair, right? I'd quite forgotten just how amazing the scent and taste of a lady is. But that's something Aoife has promised I'm not going to forget in a hurry.

Edited March 18, 2023 by gldenwetgoose
Tiny bit of embellishment