An Unspoken Desire

[jorel2012 268]

Story contains public female wetting and private wetting.   
Written with a bit of help from Elon.

An Unspoken Desire

Amy, a beautiful woman with an air of mystery, and Vincent, a charming and sophisticated man, have been dating for a few months. Their relationship is built on mutual attraction and respect, though Amy harbors a secret that she's never shared with anyone, not even Vincent. They decided to celebrate their budding romance with a night out at one of the city's most opulent restaurants, known for its privacy and exquisite cuisine.

As they sat at their candlelit table, the ambiance was intoxicating, with soft jazz playing in the background and the clink of fine crystal glasses. Amy felt the familiar thrill of her secret desire. She wore a sleek, dark dress that hugged her curves, perfect for concealment yet daring under the right circumstances.

During the appetizer course, Amy's heart raced as she sipped her wine. She let her bladder go just enough, feeling the warm trickle against her skin, the fabric of her dress subtly darkening only at the back, hidden by the tablecloth. The sensation was exhilarating, sending shivers of pleasure through her. Vincent, oblivious, continued their conversation, his eyes locked on hers, completely unaware of her secret indulgence.

As the main course arrived, Amy's excitement grew. She excused herself briefly, under the pretense of adjusting her dress, but instead, she sat back down and let go again, this time more daringly. The warm liquid spread, the sensation of her thighs slick against each other under the table was both erotic and liberating. She managed a coy smile, her cheeks flushed with arousal, as she watched Vincent's lips move, discussing the flavors of their meal, his eyes never straying from her face.

Dessert brought with it a crescendo of her desires. Under the dim lights, Amy took Vincent's hand in hers, laughing at his jest, all while she released again, the warmth now spreading more visibly but still shielded by her strategic seating. The feeling was almost overwhelming now, her breath catching slightly, her eyes gleaming with an unspoken thrill. Vincent, enchanted by her beauty and charm, didn't notice, his attention fully on her radiant smile.

The evening at the restaurant ended with Vincent none the wiser, but Amy left with her desires satiated, her secret still intact. They walked out hand in hand, the night air cool against her now-dry dress, leaving behind the scene of her clandestine pleasure. In Amy's mind, the thrill of the evening was not just the luxury of the restaurant but the intimate, hidden dance she had performed, one that only she knew the steps to.

As they walked back to Vincent's car, the night air was crisp, and Amy felt the urge once more. She let go, the warmth spreading through her dress, this time more noticeable under the streetlights. Vincent, catching a glimpse of the spreading dampness, stopped in his tracks, his expression a mix of shock and confusion.

"What's going on, Amy?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice as he noticed the unmistakable wetness.

Amy, her face a canvas of embarrassment and excitement, stammered, "I... I couldn't help it, Vincent. It's something I like, something that... excites me."

Vincent's initial irritation melted into a curious fascination. He looked at her, truly seeing her for the first time in this light. "Amy," he said softly, his voice tinged with newfound understanding, "I love you, even more now that I know this about you."

They drove back to his place in silence, a silence filled with the weight of revelation and acceptance.

Back at Vincent's home, they found themselves in his bedroom. The air was thick with anticipation. Vincent, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at Amy with a gentle, encouraging smile. "Show me," he whispered, "show me your perfect moment."

Amy hesitated, her shyness battling her desire. But the look in Vincent's eyes was one of pure acceptance and curiosity. Slowly, she nodded, stepping closer to the bed. She positioned herself, her heart pounding, and let go. The sight of her wetting herself in such an intimate setting was both shocking and deeply erotic. 

As the warmth spread, Vincent reached out, his fingers tracing the wet outline of her panties, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. His arousal was palpable, his breath quickening as he felt the heat and the dampness.

With each moment, the tension built, culminating in an embrace where all barriers fell. They fell back onto the wet bed, their bodies entwined, the sheets no longer just a place of rest but a canvas for their shared, newfound intimacy. Their love-making was a melding of confession, acceptance, and raw, unfiltered desire, transforming the wet bed into a sacred space of unity and passion.

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A Day of Secret Thrills

Since a few weeks Amy and Vincent shared Amy’s secret together and enjoyed the pleasure that added to their relationship. 
This day they decided to create a self prepared dinner and so both went to the local supermarket to buy the groceries and meat they need.

In the bustling aisles of the supermarket, Amy and Vincent went about their shopping, selecting fresh vegetables, meats, and other essentials for their dinner. The atmosphere was casual, filled with the hum of shoppers and the occasional announcement over the loudspeaker. Amy felt the familiar thrill building; she had sipped a small bottle of sparkling water before entering, just enough to set the stage for her secret games.   

Among the vibrant array of fruits and vegetables, Amy leaned close to Vincent, whispering, "I just let go a little." Her voice was barely audible, and she gave a slight nod downward. Vincent's eyes widened slightly, his heart skipping a beat at the confession. He felt a rush of excitement, his mind already picturing the subtle dampness on her jeans, hidden beneath her long jacket.   

As they moved to pick out cheese, Amy took another sip from her water bottle, the anticipation building. She paused by the refrigerated section, the cold air contrasting with the warmth she was about to create. "Again," she whispered, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Vincent glanced around, ensuring no one noticed as Amy's jeans darkened further, the wet patch now more noticeable but still discreet. His arousal was evident in his quickened breath, his body reacting to her boldness.    

With their cart now full, they approached the checkout. Amy, feeling her bladder sufficiently full again, decided on one last daring act. As she placed items on the conveyor belt, she felt the warmth spreading, the dampness now visible where her jeans met the belt's edge. She leaned into Vincent, murmuring, "Now." His reaction was immediate; his gaze flicked between her face and the spreading moisture, the public setting adding to the thrill. 

Driving home, the tension in the car was palpable. Amy, feeling the urge once more, let go again, her laughter mixing with Vincent's sharp intake of breath as he felt the dampness through her jeans when he couldn't resist touching her. "Vincent, watch the road!" she gasped playfully, as he nearly swerved, his hand quickly retracting but his desire now at a fever pitch.

At home, Vincent fumbled with the keys, the urgency to get inside fueled by the day's excitement. Before he could unlock the door, Amy couldn't hold back, wetting herself once more, the sound and sight pushing Vincent over the edge of his control.

Once inside, they barely made it to the bedroom. Amy, in a fit of playful defiance, stood over Vincent as he lay back, still clothed, and with a giggle, released on him, the warmth soaking through his clothes. The act was both shocking and incredibly arousing for Vincent, who found himself laughing with her, the tension breaking into a wave of passionate desire.

Their lovemaking was intense, fueled by the day's secret shared moments, transforming their bedroom into a haven of uninhibited pleasure and deep connection. Each act of Amy's daring had not only brought them physical pleasure but had also deepened their bond, proving once again how their shared kinks could lead to such profound intimacy.