A Wet Story - Part 1
by Evil Jane
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chris picked me up about eight and we headed off into town for a nice
evening at the Chineese Restaurant at the Casino. As we ate a lovely
meal, Chris was always quick fill my glass, irrespective of whether or
not I wanted any more and, after we'd eaten deserts, he ordered me
coffee without asking me first. But of course I didn't complain as
everything else he did was so sweet.
When we got up to leave I told Chris that I wanted to go to the
toilet. I had been feeling the urge for a few minutes and now, having
decided to wait until we leave, I was beginning to get a little
desperate. I had drunk far too much that evening. A little devilish
grin came across his face as he told me to wait until we got back to
my place.
Well, the drive back to my place from the casino takes about twenty
five minutes and he was keen to drag it on further by only doing 60 km
an hour (this is Australia!) down the highway that he would normally
be doing 100! I kept urging him to speed up but he just laughed and
continued to drive along at his steady pace ignoring my pleas.
By the time we were halfway home, I was in a terrible state... I
had pee! I finally gave up all hope of him stopping before we got
back to my place and discomfort was now being replaced with pain in my
kidneys and bladder. Being the middle of the night and this being
Hobart, there were no other cars on the road so, satisfied that the
only person who could see me was the grinning jerk beside me, I began
to shuffle around. I kicked my legs, slid my hips back and forth over
the seat feeling terribly degraded, rubbing my had on my crotch and
generally doing anything I could to stop myself from peeing all over
the plush seats of his new BMW.
All this crotch rubbing and hip thrusting was doing two things to
me. First, and foremost, it was helping to relieve my need to urinate
(although, it really wasn't helping that much) and secondly, it was
making me as horny as hell! Whenever I glanced as Chris, who was
making constant jokes about my predicament, I noticed a prominant
bulge on the front of his pants. At least, I though to myself, I
would be able to get my revenge later on tonight!
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