Penelope's Pee-Shy Peril

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Contains female desperation, wetting, and wet sex

 

Have you ever thought about how much of an issue it can be...  being Pee-Shy.   I mean, we live in a world where everyone is encouraged to be in touch with their feelings, to understand what makes them tick.  There's never been more awareness or support for mental health issues.   And yet there are still issues that nobody talks about, nobody is interested in.

Take pee shyness for one.  It's something I know all about, I've been living with it pretty much all my adult life.  I refuse to say 'suffering from' because then I become a victim, and that's not me.   But yes, I'm Pee-Shy Penny.

I can pretty much pinpoint the time it started.  The upper sixth year of my A Levels;  I was just an average girl, pretty quiet and nerdy.  Not the prettiest and definitely not an 'It' girl.  Somehow I ended up getting bullied and the easiest place was in the college bathrooms.  To cut a very long story short, right to this day I get really tense and struggle to wee.   At home and alone is OK, being somewhere I know well like work is usually manageable, but anywhere else is a nightmare.

And the silly thing is, I'm really not a shy type.  I'm bubbly, chatty, a rock chick.  I have an amazing boyfriend who's super supportive and an amazing sex life too.  I just have this 'situation' to work around.

Normally 'working around' the 'situation' just means watching my fluid intake, balancing off trying not to give myself migraines or UTIs and keeping track of time away from home.  Just occasionally though things go pear-shaped.   Last Sunday was a perfect example...

Sunday was the first ride out of the season - motorbikes that is.  Did I mention I'm a biker chick?   Actually biker chick conjures up black leather, studs, bleached blonde hair and AC/DC T shirts which isn't quite me.  I'm more into the sports-touring scene, I've got a Yamaha R6 in red & white and matching leathers.  Our ride was a morning meetup in a local lay-by and then an hour or two blast through the peak district.  Fast sweeping curves on mostly A-roads followed by an afternoon at a bike friendly cafe.

The morning had started wonderfully...   Breakfast with my boyfriend, sex in the shower as a bonus. A wee in the comfort of my own bathroom and then I slipped into a comfortable cotton thong and a simple white bra.  I tend to wear the minimum under my one piece race-style leathers.  They have a soft lining and really are far comfier than they look. Almost like a second skin - so being nearly naked underneath is fine.

As I arrived at the meeting point I was relieved to see a few familiar faces and gradually more arrived.  Normally I forego the customary brew - for obvious reasons - but today before I could protest, one of the guys Chris came back from the bacon butty van and thrust a steaming plastic cup of tea into my hand.  Oh well, it was him trying to be kind.

All carried on going well until we got to the cafe.  There were a good number of bikes there, people come from far and wide.  It's a great social meet-up.  But slightly worrying was that the cafe itself was shut for refurbishment.  In the car park a large burger trailer seemed to be doing a good trade, but my heart sank as I saw the row of three plastic portaloos around the side of the main building.  I could already feel the earlier cup of tea in my bladder, and I'd deliberately left half of it.  I was at least an hour and half from home and we'd only just arrived.

The other thing I should mention about my pee shyness...  Apart from finding it really difficult to actually pee, I absolutely hate anyone knowing I need a wee or talking about it.  I'd happily tell you all about last time I gave myself an orgasm, anything at all except peeing.  So the idea of excusing myself and leaving early really wasn't a possibility in my mind.

So, on with the afternoon, and to be fair it was a good one.  Chatting with the guys and the couple of other girls in our group.  The burgers were actually pretty good, a small can of drink, more chatting and browsing around.  As much as I tried to put it out of my mind though my bladder was reminding me of my need to go.  I was at that stage where I could stand still, just about.  I wasn't dancing on the spot or leg twisting of course, not that I ever would.  But I knew I had to 'go'.

I must have been glancing in the direction of the portaloos when Kelly caught my eye, she's one of the very few people who knows about my situation.  "I'm going to brave those toilets Penny" she announced loudly for the benefit of anyone nearby, "will you come with me?".    Bless her, she's a sweetheart. She knew how much I'd hate attention being drawn to my predicament.  So off we toddled towards the grim looking toilets.   As soon as Kelly opened the door I knew it just wasn't going to happen.  There was a pool of something on the floor with the remains of a toilet roll sat in the middle of it, the seat was broken and the stench was awful.   Even Kelly shut the door as quickly as she'd opened it.

Looking around, most other people had the same idea.  On the far side of the toilets a row of three guys stood facing the wall with three matching arcs of piss hitting the brickwork.  Two girls emerged from around the back of the building fumbling with belts as they did so.

"Go for it Kelly, you know you want to" I said with a wink, and was met with a naughty grin as Kelly grabbed my arm.  "As long as you'll give it a go" she replied.  We headed around the back in the direction the girls had come from.  Just around the corner we could see two splattery puddles where they'd obviously just been.  A little further on was a low walled off area just high enough to shield two girls in a moment of need.

I wasn't over confident I'd be able to pee in the great outdoors with Kelly alongside me, but I figured I'd got nothing to lose.  Soon I was wriggling arms out of my leathers and pulling down below my waist as Kelly unfastened her belt unzipped and pulled her leather jeans down.  I wrestled to try and get my bulky leathers out of the way to squat alongside her.  And tried to relax.

To be honest it was easier to relax than I imagined.  It was far quieter at this side of the building, and a lovely view over the fields to hills beyond. Warm sunshine and birds singing. I heard the hiss and gentle splatter as a narrow arc of lightly coloured pee emerged in front of my friend and after a few seconds felt the warmth of a trickling wee across my bum.  It did feel lovely to be weeing alongside my friend, something really unique for me.   Ok so it wasn't a gush, it wasn't anything like the size of the pool that was forming around Kelly's boots.  But it was an outdoor wee nonetheless.

Then just as quickly the moment was lost.  I heard voices from somewhere around the side of the building and froze. That was it, my chance was over.  It didn't stop Kelly though, and I found myself fascinated, seeing her in a way I'd never looked at a girl before.  Her back was straight, head up and bum low to the floor as she projected her pee forwards.  Kelly broke my wandering thoughts   "How about we do a McDonalds stop on the way back for you?" she suggested, and I hoped we didn't have too long to wait, I wasn't bursting but knew I would be soon enough.

As it was, one think worked out right at least. Because the cafe wasn't open, people didn't seem to hang around too long and the car park was soon thinning out.  Our group agreed it was a reasonable time to head off too.  A few of the guys headed over towards the side of the building again and Kelly called after them "We're heading up to the McDonalds on the bypass. You can meet us there."

With that it was helmets and gloves on, bikes fired up and back on the road.  At least sitting on the bike sort of took away some of the pressure I'd been feeling standing about in the car park. Plus the concentration on riding took away the focus on needing a wee. A lot of guys get all weird about girls on bikes, thinking we're going to be driven to orgasm all the time.  Not true of course, but there are some vibrations and resonant frequencies that can feel rather pleasant.  And somehow having a full bladder is a mix of pleasure and pain when that happens.  Hard to explain...

 

Anyway - we were soon at the McDonalds, the two bikes squeezed into the last parking space in the full car park.  Inside the store the reason for all the cars was immediately obvious.  My heart sank as soon as I walked into the madness - a kids birthday party in full swing on one side and big queues at the tills.  The noise was making my head spin.   Kelly strode forwards and I followed through the chaos and through the doors into the ladies toilet.  Inside the left cubicle had an out of order sign the middle was empty and the right hand cubicle in use.

Kelly looked at me with a wink "I think your need's greater than mine ?"  I laughed, although inside I felt like crying.  "No if you want the loo again you go first, you'll be quicker".   So, a moment or two later I found myself standing, bursting for a wee, staring at three closed toilet doors.  Just when I thought it wouldn't get worse I heard the long zip and the tear of velcro as Kelly wriggled out of her leathers, and the creak of the seat.  Then the sound of liquid tinkling against liquid was very quickly overtaken by a quick high pressure gushing, burbling flood as Kelly unleashed the full blast of her bladder.  It was exactly what I needed to do of course.

At that point two teenage girls came into the bathroom, music playing a tinny sound on a mobile phone, the other cubicle flushed and a young mum with toddler came out.  I took up possession of my cubicle, unzipping and wriggling out of my leather suit. Finally I was able to sit down and try to relax.... but nothing.

To one side of me my friend had slowed and then the sound of paper being ripped off.  In a panic I checked there was paper in my cubicle.  The other side of the flimsy door I could hear teenage giggling, tinny jarring music, the sink splashing, a toddler tantrum and the hand dryer.  Then the sounds of Kelly flushing and getting herself dressed.

All the time I was desperately trying to relax enough to wee.  Obviously I needed to, I was bursting, but my silly brain wouldn't let it happen.

I closed my eyes, I tried to blank everything.  I focussed on my breathing, letting my fingers gently stroke my thighs...  but still nothing.  Instead I got to listen to the two girls giggling and shrieking as they shared the cubicle right next to me. I could feel my pee right on the edge of release, but just on the edge may as well have been a mile away.  Finally they were gone. The room was reasonably quiet and maybe I'd have a chance.

I closed my eyes again, stroked by thighs and even tried tickling that little spot in the middle of my back that always makes me wee.  Finally a tiny dribble escaped my peehole, running across my labia and off one bum cheek.  So close...    And the bathroom door swung open, and a hammering on my door.  "Are you still in there Penny?  Are you ok?  You've been ages" asked Kelly anxiously.

"Yes, I'm just done" I lied.   I knew at that point I was probably done for.  Quickly I pulled my thong back up trying to ignore the swelling in my tummy and wriggled back into my leathers, legs clamped firmly together as I did so.

 

Fifteen minutes later I was heading for home.  On my own now, all the group having gone their separate ways.

Still many miles to cover.  Still absolutely bursting for a wee...

 

(To be concluded)

[Sophie 23,063]

The fact this hasn't had a single reply so far is criminal!

So please, let me be the first.

This story was amazing! Penny sounds really hot and I love the shyness. I know you spent a lot of time writing this, and the whole thing is incredible but I think my favourite part was the trickle of wee over her bum!

Thank you!

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

5 minutes ago, Sophie said:

Thank you!

You are truly welcome - just formulating the ideas in my head has been almost arousing as any video… well almost.

And I have the second half of Penelope’s ride home (and catchup with boyfriend) completely planned - it’s developed from what I had in mind…

Watch this space for when I get myself an hour or two free.

😈😎😊

[Kupar 12,420]

Oh! How had I missed this? Another wonderful work of fiction. Plausible and beautifully described. I feel for Penny ... But at the same time I'm enjoying her desperation, and I hope she is too! 

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

Continued...

 

So, fifteen minutes later I was heading for home.  On my own now, all the group having gone their separate ways.  Still many miles to cover.  Still absolutely bursting for a wee...

Riding a big motorbike is often compared to some sort of legal high.  It's difficult to explain for anyone who hasn't done it.  It's a feeling of being exposed and vulnerable but powerful and secure at the same time.  Sensations of heat and cold at the same time.  A deafening crescendo of engine and wind noise, vibrations and jolts, but a peace and isolation.  An experience that demands complete concentration and rewards with a quickening of the senses.

At that moment though every jolt, every tiny imperfection in the tarmac was sending painful twinges through my bladder.  My leathers we constricting my abdomen and forcing the pressure in my overfull bladder in one direction - downwards.  Was I imagining I could feel pain in my kidneys?   Certainly I could feel goosebumps all over, shivers - not through the cold, but just my body going slightly haywire on me.  I was worrying I may actually pass out.

This wasn't good.  I needed to piss and I needed to piss right there and then.  There was a real chance I'd just start leaking of course, and at that moment I really didn't care.  Didn't care that my incredibly expensive leathers would probably be ruined.  Didn't care that I'd be spending the next hour sitting in my own wee.  Wetting myself was probably the least of my worries...   What if I had a crash, my bladder would rupture and I'd die of sepsis.  And I knew I wasn't concentrating on the road anywhere as much as i should be.  I couldn't help it. My mind was flicking everywhere.  I found myself thinking back to squatting next to Kelly behind the cafe.  Thinking about the ease of her peeing, the growing lake beneath her and the wonderous relief on her face. How easy it was for her.   On a night out.  In a car park. Without a care.

Suddenly the thought occurred to me - I had nothing to lose.   If I carried on riding, I'd end up pissing myself.  If I stopped and tried for a wee, I might just get pee-shy, in which case I'd end up back on the bike and Plan A would apply.  But there was a chance...

With that logic in mind I found myself slowing and pulling into an empty layby.  Knocking the bike into neutral and kicking the stand down.  Very, very carefully swinging my leg over the seat and then letting myself do a full on pee dance (a very rare thing for me).  One other thing about riding a bike - when you're wearing a helmet you're anonymous.  Nobody knows it's you.

The layby was pretty featureless, no other vehicles, no snack caravan or really anything. Certainly no toilets  But there was a worn track leading up the grass bank into a cluster of trees and beyond that a fence into a farmer's field.   The sheer amount of discarded tissues around the fence and trees suggested I wasn't the first girl in need to have stopped there.  Looking into the field of longish grass, I could see that some thirty of so yards in was a low brick wall. Maybe a sheep pen of some sort - but not that dissimilar to the wall Kelly and I had hidden behind earlier.  And in an instant I knew what I was going to try.

Cautiously I looked around, nobody else had stopped, so I carefully climbed over the wooden fence.  I say carefully, I nearly fell over the fence, and in my moment of panic felt a short spurt of pee flood my thong and dampen the lining of my leathers.  Another spurt as I jumped down and hit the gound.  From there on I actually forgot for a moment about my phobia of being visibly desperate - I sort of half waddled, half ran towards the brick structure.  One hand clamped between my legs and the other frantically pulling down my zip.

On the far side of the brick wall I dropped into a clenched crouching position, fighting with my zip and wriggling shoulders out of my leathers again.  I managed to get them down far enough to my thighs without leaking too much more.  Of course squatting to pee isn't something I've had much practice at, especially with bulky leathers on. Somehow I ended up overbalancing backwards and landing hard on my bum with an 'oof' and legs waving in the air.   That was the trigger, the floodgates opened and suddenly, wonder of wonders - I was weeing.

Ok, so I was weeing through my thong.  But it felt wonderful, the pain in my bladder was gone, I didn't notice the prickling of grass on my bum, I didn't care.  I was elated partly after the peril of wetting in my leathers, but also I was completely loving the fact that I was doing it.  I was weeing.  Somewhere unfamiliar, without a fear or care.

I've no idea how long I peed for - all I knew is it felt absolutely bloody incredible.  In a toilet of course I'd hear the 'woosh' of wee against porcelain and the tinkle into the bowl.  When Kelly had pee'd in the car park the size of her puddle had shown how much she was holding.  In my case though I couldn't see or hear any indication of how much I was peeing.  I still had my helmet on muffling the sound for one, and anyway my wee was disappearing into the long grass.  I could feel the hot flush of body temperature wee though tracking an running across my bum.  Tickling and warming in an amazing way. It was such a unique and amazing feeling.

Of course it was too good to last...   Suddenly I snapped back to the fact I was half naked in a field and my bladder immediately clamped itself shut.  But at least my need was sorted.  I debated what to do.  To take off my soaking thong I'd have to first take off boots, wriggle legs out of my leathers too and anyway, the inside of my leathers were already damp so I figured my best option was just to get dressed and put up with the dampness.

 

Back on the bike I was soon well on my way home.  Again I was in a battle with my concentration - for one thing my brain was playing over the wonderfulness and all the new sensations of what I'd just done.  Maybe nothing out of the ordinary to many, but for me it was something I'd not experienced since being a teenager.

And for another thing, blasting along on a bike feeling tight leathers squeezing soft, squidgy wet cotton against my 'bits' didn't feel anything like as unpleasant as you may imagine.  In fact quite the opposite.  Vibrations from the engine revs, bumps and rough road surfaces were all giving me a rather intimate massage and it's not that uncommon for me to get a little damp down there if you know what I mean.  And the wetness wasn't cold in the slightest, the leather and silky lining were keeping all the warmth in.  Maybe it wouldn't have felt so bad if I had flooded my leathers.  I may be pee-shy, but as I mentioned I'm not a prude by any means and yes, I don't mind admitting I was definitely feeling more and more turned on by the minute.

 

 

Fortunately I didn't have to wait too many more minutes or miles - I was soon home.   Now normally I'd put my bike away in the garage but not today.  I left the bike out on the drive, rushing through the front door, pulling gloves and helmet off as I did so and heading straight upstairs.

I took my boots off and was in the process of unzipping when my boyfriend Luke came upstairs and popped his head around the door looking shocked and concerned; "What's wrong babe - is everything Ok, you haven't put your bike away?"

"I'm fine" I replied "in fact much, much better than fine.   I've just had an absolutely amazing experience"

Luke must have sensed something because he stepped forwards and started to gently help me slip out of my leathers, leaning forwards, kissing me on the neck and then whispering "Oh? go on".

I kissed him a lingering and passionate kiss before whispering back in his ear "Yes, I've just had a wee outside.  In a field.  And it was incredible.  But I did sort of wee myself a bit and got my knickers all wet.  Silly me"

With that I felt the incredible gentle touch of Luke's fingertips on my stomach, working their way down to press my wet thong against my slit.  His fingers cupping gently and a fingertip gently pressing right on my clitoris.  I reached forwards pulling the waistband of his joggers forward, reached in and felt a huge swelling.  Obviously he was enjoying the moment.

Before I knew it I was bare, apart from my sports bra and damp thong.  Luke knelt infront of me and slid my thong down to drop at my feet. Then he gently teased my knees apart slightly and started to kiss me just at the top of my slit, working slowly down and parting my lips.  Kissing all the time and then reaching in with his tongue.  All I could do was run my fingers through his hair.

"Sorry if I taste of wee..."  I giggled, and Luke just took a second out the reply "Shhhh.  You taste delicious".

I could feel myself getting more and more aroused, I needed to cum and was barely registering I also needed to wee again.  The way Luke was driving me wild and of course my pee shyness meant the only thing that mattered was the climax that was building, and building.  Getting closer and closer.  Luke could sense it and upped the pace too, pushing his tongue in further and harder.  Lapping in quick flicking movements against my clit.  That was the final trigger and I completely let myself go, overtaken by that incredible rush of a powerful orgasm - and instantly I started peeing too.

This time there was no sudden panic, no sudden clamp shut.  Waves of orgasm hit me and with each a gush of piss hit poor Luke's face. He didn't complain or pull away, but opened his mouth and he guzzled down the liquid.  And as the waves of my climax faded the pee continued to flow,  splashing down his chin and neck, rolling down my thighs and splattering noisily onto the carpet.

Luke carried on kissing and caressing until I lifted him up from his knees, taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom without a word.  After a long warm shower together we slipped into bed. It was his turn to orgasm - and for my next one.   The second of many that afternoon.   Later on I told him all about my day, and we made love again.

 

And that day...    That was the day I stopped being Pee Shy Penelope.

 

xxx

 

 

 

[Kupar 12,420]

Amazing! I love how Penelope's awakening has happened here, and I hope she will have other adventures in the future. thanks for this lovely, hot story Goose.

[whiskey35 295]

Will second that, hope there's another chapter where Penelope can enjoy an outdoor wee with Kelly on the next ride out.

[gldenwetgoose 20,252]

On 2/10/2024 at 11:36 AM, whiskey35 said:

Will second that, hope there's another chapter where Penelope can enjoy an outdoor wee with Kelly on the next ride out.

 

On 2/7/2024 at 9:39 AM, Kupar said:

Amazing! I love how Penelope's awakening has happened here, and I hope she will have other adventures in the future. thanks for this lovely, hot story Goose.

Now those aren't bad ideas...   Would it be the same if it's easy?

[Kupar 12,420]

23 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

 

Now those aren't bad ideas...   Would it be the same if it's easy?

As you like. Your stories are always wonderful and welcome 🙂