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  2. wetpantsboy

    Anime Pee pts (youtube compilation)

    wetpantsboy.com was shut down a long time ago. I probably have the compilation you are talking about but on my other computer. I'll try to upload later this week if no one else has it.
  3. Desperationpee

    Live Action Omorashi

    Yes you have to push your bladder to a corner desk for 15 seconds how does It feel?
  4. Here4theFun

    Live Action Omorashi

    Ahh I finished my bottle of water and it went straight to my bladder. I don't know how much more I can last... Is there anything I can do to be allowed to pee sooner?
  5. mikey mike

    Daniel and Amy

    Great stuff once more Barry. It's wonderful to have this story back on line again and in full flow (in both senses!) Hopefully all the kids will have a great time and with Troy working with the adults Nikki will be able to indulge more fully with her wet friends with much less risk of being caught.
  6. Desperationpee

    Live Action Omorashi

    @Here4theFun I know .... But you have to be full to the brim and control your bursting bladder. No relief for you
  7. BlueWetter

    Wet after a walk (video!)

    Looks like you had to go badly.. I love the camera angle 😍
  8. Here4theFun

    Live Action Omorashi

    I'm trying, it's so hard! I need to pee so bad
  9. Desperationpee

    Live Action Omorashi

    Keep holding and no leaks
  10. BlueWetter

    Wet grey.......

    Mmmmmn hmm 😋
  11. Here4theFun

    Live Action Omorashi

    Quite full rn, I'd say 7,5/10! It feels so good to be so full, but I can't stop squirming
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  13. Thank you! I was actually inspired to write it after attending similar meetings/revision sessions/coursework catch ups after school while bursting to go, as the toilets would always be locked afterwards much to my frustration. I would love to hear more about some of your meetings! That is a good idea. I used to have a 30 minute walk home from school and would often be desperate to go, as would some of my friends I’d be walking with. I remember one girl having to sprint to the public toilets in the middle of the town centre before she wet herself, because she had not had chance to pee all day and the toilets were locked after school.
  14. Watch3r

    JG-340 | Self-Filmed Desperation & Wetting

    I think I found my omo waifu XD
  15. thomascromwell2

    female K-pop wetting

    Hello guys, Does someone, maybe, knows any video where a girl pees herself while dancing k-pop?
  16. desperationwatcher

    Toilet Queue

    Could someone please let me know the correct term for toilet queue in Japanese, and also how to write it as would be done in Japan. Many Thanks
  17. All those times that I tried to hold it, but lost it later anyway and it was as humiliating and awkward as it would be if I peed my pants when I realised I won't be able to hold it much longer. At least it would be controlled pants peeing instead of a big accident.
  18. derektor_2000

    Vk Finds!

    Maya Lee started INeed2Pee, you can hear her voice directing in the background in some of the vids.
  19. sabaz

    Other Cam Models?

    https://it.cam4.com/amateurxxx_ She will piss her pants or jeans for 100 tokens she told me :) maybe we can arrange some public show?
  20. Barry

    Daniel and Amy

    Chapter 61. Late Monday night, Nikki. Troy was in his room, while Nikki and Paula sat at the kitchen table drinking tea. The younger girl was starting to get herself wound up, while her mother was doing her best to calm her. “Of course I wanna go mum. You know I do. I’m not like trying to spoil it for Troy or anything. You know that. It’s just porta-loos? Huh! No effing way! You know I can’t handle those.” “I think you’re worrying about it way too much Nik. I understand how you feel, but come on, you haven’t even tried one for years! Who knows? Maybe it’ll be better now? You won’t know unless you try. Look, if it’s really that bad, you can just do a wee in the bush. I’m sure you won’t be the only one. I’ll come with you and help. You don’t want to risk wetting your pants around Scott and your friends, do you?” Nikki, who actually loved wetting her pants around her friends, except for Scott, (so far) just tried to look suitably shy. “But what if I do, mum? What if I have another accident? You know I can’t hold on very well sometimes?” “Look Nik. I suggest you wear a dress or a skirt until the toilets are fixed. That will make it a lot easier to just go in the bush, and if you do wet yourself, you can get changed without anybody noticing. Let’s face it, after the amount of wet knickers I find in your room sometimes, I think you should be used to it.” Nikki blushed furiously. Apparently she hadn’t gotten away with her “walking home from school pees” as much as she thought. Mega embarrassing. But, she had a sneaky plan in mind. “You know I don’t like the school toilets unless I really haveta go,” she mumbled, shamefaced. “You make it sound like I do it on purpose or something.” Paula sighed. This was turning into a repeat of previous conversations again. “No baby. I know you don’t. Just like when your sheets get wet sometimes, it’s an accident. I don’t think you do it on purpose, although I don’t think you try hard enough to prevent it sometimes either! I know if it was me, and I knew that my bladder wasn’t very strong, I’d be doing everything in my power to prevent it, including using any toilet I could if I had to go.” “But muuummm,....” “Look Nik. We’ve been here before. I’m not going around and around on this again. I know about your ‘thing’ with strange toilets, and I’m not going to give you a hard time over it, am I? I’ve been washing your clothes forever, and I don’t think I’ve ever been mean to you about it, have I?” Nikki looked shyly at her mother, shaking her head slowly. “I know that mum, but this is a bit different. I mean, what happens if I want to poo? I can’t just like do that in the bush, can I?” “We’ll all be in the same boat, sweetheart. Look, I’ll make sure we make a potty stop at a roadhouse or something before we get there. Someplace with a proper toilet, and we can all sit down there. If you do need to go once we’re there, you can leave the door open a little bit so you can see out, and I’ll stand guard outside the door, ok?” Nikki took a deep breath. She was dreading what she was about to say next, but also secretly excited. “Ok mum, but there’s something else as well. Something that’s like really scaring me a bit...” Paula patted her daughter gently on her hand. “Come on Nikster. Tell me. I’m sure we can work it out, whatever it is.” Here goes nothing, the young teen thought to herself. “What happens if I wet the bed up there mum? Everyone’s gonna know, especially Amy. My bed’ll get all wet, then Scotty will know, and my life will be dead set over!” “Oh Nik. I don’t think that’s going to happen anymore. You’re getting a lot better with that now.” “Happened last week,” she mumbled. “You were tired sweetie. You fell asleep without going to the toilet, remember? We’ll just make sure that doesn’t happen.” Nikki pounced on her chance. “But if the toilets aren’t working, I can’t go into the bush in the dark, can I?” Paula had to admit, that walking into the bush in the dark wasn’t ideal. “So what do you suggest Nik?” Her heart thumping in her chest, Nikki played her trump card. “I know you don’t like it mum, but I think I’d feel a lot better if you got me some pull ups again. You know, just in case?” Paula sighed. She hadn’t bought her daughter pull ups for a long time, going with a mattress protector instead, and making Nikki do her own laundry if her sheets got wet. She knew damn well that if Nikki wore pull ups, she was a lot lazier about using the bathroom before bed. By the time her daughter had turned twelve, Paula had been starting to suspect that her daughter was actually using them on purpose, and making no effort to get up. The fact that she wet herself every time she wore them to bed, and rarely had an accident when she didn’t, was a good indicator that they only made her lazier. But still, this was a unique situation. Going away for a big sleepover with all her friends, with the possibility that there might only be a toilet that she hated with a vengeance, well, it did put a new spin on things. It would be virtually impossible to strip her bed and wash her sheets without anyone knowing what happened, especially since she would be sharing a van with her best friend. Plus, what would happen if she did wet the bed? She would ruin the mattress, which would be another expense that they couldn’t afford. “I’ll think about it,” Paula said tentatively. “Now you scoot off to bed.” Nikki beamed. “Thanks mummy! You’re the best!” Tuesday Morning, Nikki. Nikki woke up feeling squirmy. Last night, she had been committed totally to her plan, but now, in the harsh light of day, she was having second thoughts. After the embarrassment of her last set of wet sheets, with her mother and Troy insisting that she go to the doctor if it happened again, she had vowed to herself that her deliberate bed wetting days were over. Still, if she ever wanted to wear pull ups again.... Nikki had gone to bed wearing an old, oversized t-shirt of her mother’s, and a pair of baggy grey sleep shorts. Her hand found its way under the covers, and she applied a gentle pressure to that special spot she had discovered when Amy had rubbed the diaper rash cream onto her. Her fingers found that hidden nub of pleasure, and started tracing slow, languorous circles upon it. In her mind, she was imagining how nice it would feel to just pee her pants in the bed, just one more time. Her fingers pressed down harder, her legs opened wider, as her bladder protested a bit. She had woken up needing to do a wee, which is how these naughty thoughts had started running through her adolescent mind. She really was quite desperate to go, probably more so than she had been in the past, when having a real accident was a fairly regular occurrence. Oh, if only she could wear pull ups to bed like she used too. Her bottom wiggled against the mattress, as her breathing began intensifying in depth and regularity. Perhaps she might just do a little dribble? Just enough to give herself a little wet spot on her pants to play with, but not enough to actually get the bed wet? No, she decided. Last night her mind had been made up. Regardless of how her mother or Troy reacted, she was going to have another “accident,” her last ever, just to convince her mum that letting her wear pull ups on the trip was a sensible idea. She relaxed her bladder muscles, as her rubbing intensified, and she opened her legs even wider. That was enough for her slightly weak bladder to let go, and she felt something moving from deep inside herself, running towards that little opening where her hand was. At the same time, a separate, tingling sensation started simultaneously from deep within her tummy, her groin, her lower back, and even her toes, which began to curl with anticipation. Her orgasm began to slowly build, as she felt a spreading wetness burst through the front of her grey shorts, before pouring down in a large waterfall between her spread thighs, and soaking her bottom and the sheet upon which it sat. When it hit, she clamped her legs tightly together, as her bladder gave out completely, covering her hand, and the both the top and bottom sheets with her pee. She dragged her knees up, and rubbed herself furiously as wave after wave of intense pleasure filled her body, leaving her sweaty, panting, and simultaneously wide awake and spent at the same time. When she looked down, the pink sheet covering her had a wet patch the size of a dinner plate on it, right across where her lap was. When she pulled that back, her once light grey sleep shorts were now almost completely dark, and glistening with wetness in the early morning sun, and the dark pink stain on the bed almost reached from side to side. She took a minute to get her breath back, and by then, her pants and t-shirt were already starting to get cold. Nikki swung her bare feet onto the floor, and sat up, then used the dry part of the top sheet to wipe and blot as much wetness away as she could. Now for the part that she was dreading. Nikki steeled herself, then crossed the hall to her mothers room, praying that Troy wouldn’t be up at this hour. She took a deep breath and held it, trying to make her eyes water. She snuck in, and gently rocked her sleeping mothers shoulder, waking her up. Nikki issued a loud sniff, and pulled the front of her sodden shorts out tight, giving her mum a perfect view. She used the saddest, most upset voice that she could muster without actually crying. “Mummy, my bed got all wet again...” Tuesday Evening, Aiden. After Aiden and his sister washed up, they both excused themselves to their rooms. Aiden wanted to try and get an early night, as his dad wanted to leave at 3am for their big trip. His bag was already packed and in the car, and his clothes laid out. His mum had told him that they would wake him up at 2:45, and he could go to the bathroom, get dressed, and go. Dad would buy them breakfast at a roadhouse. This was totally rad! He wondered if he’d even get to sleep tonight! His excited thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and both his parents came in. His mum sat on the bed beside him, while his dad sat at the boys desk, holding a plastic bag, which he quickly passed to his wife. “Dad and I want a quick word with you Tiger, about this big trip.” The boy smiled and nodded, wondering what surprises were coming next. “You see, Champ,” his dad began awkwardly, “your mother and I, that is, we both think that you might need a bit of, um, extra help I suppose, you know, when we’re away?” Aidens big blue eyes shone innocently from his cherubic face, his blonde hair neatly combed to one side, looking like the very definition of angelic, in his TMNT pyjamas. “Help with what dad?” His mother chose to answer, knowing how uncomfortable Sean felt about the whole thing. “Help with sleeping, Tiger. We’re worried that you might do a wee in your sleep while you’re away, especially if you have a big day and get really tired.” Aiden felt the heat rising up his neck. He never got into trouble for wetting his bed, but he was sooooo humiliated when it happened, and he hated talking about it. His mother saw him blush, and pushed on. “Daddy and I think it might be a good idea if you had something extra on, in case you do have an accident honey, so we bought you these.” He knew straight away what was in the bag that she handed him. He may not have worn them for awhile, but there was no mistaking the distinctive shape and colour of what was inside. Pull ups. The ones aimed at little kids, with the picture of Lightning McQueen on the front. His stomach sank, but his heartbeat also increased a bit as well. Aiden always had a love-hate relationship with his special sleep pants. He absolutely hated knowing that he still needed them, but he always felt a lot safer and more secure when he wore them. But it was so embarrassing though, especially knowing that his dad didn’t like him wearing them. He threw the bag down onto the bed. “Uh-Uh. No way. I don’t need baby pants mum. You know that. I’m practically all better with that stuff now.” Sean was secretly pleased by his sons reaction. He’d really hoped the boy wouldn’t be pleased about it. It was a good sign that the kid was actually trying hard. “Mate,” he said kindly. “We know you are, but let’s face it. You’ve had two little setbacks this week. It’s not the end of the world, and we certainly wouldn’t be asking you to wear them, if we were staying home, but we’re not. You and I are going to be the first ones there. The caravans won’t be ready until the other tradesmen turn up on Thursday. Tomorrow night, we’ll be sleeping in Mario’s big house. You don’t want to have an accident there, do you?” Aiden sniffed loudly, and not trusting himself to speak, just shook his head. “And what happens after that, if you get your sleeping bag wet? We’d have to hang it outside to dry, where everyone could see it! Plus, we don’t want to get the bed in the van all wet either.” He gently put his forefinger underneath the boys delicate chin, and tilted his head up. “Trust me, Tiger. Just for this trip, then never again, I promise.” Aiden sniffed again, but kept his composure. “Ok dad. If you say so. But only for this trip. Deal?” “Deal,” Sean said, and wrapped the boys small hand in his big one, and they shook on it. “Time for bed now buddy,” his mother said, kissing him on the forehead. “Um, do you guys want me to like put one on now or anything?” Aiden nervously asked. “No mate. Just go to the toilet now, before you go to bed. You’ll be getting up in about six hours anyway. You’ll be fine tonight. I think you’ll only need these if you get super tired or something.” “Thanks dad, thanks mum. It’s prolly a good idea,” he admitted, then climbed into bed, on top of his “Just in case” towel. Aiden was awoken at a quarter to three, by his mother gently shaking him. He had been in a very deep sleep, and was very groggy when he eventually opened his eyes. His mother finally got him out of bed, and pointed him towards the toilet, although she also had to stop him when he almost walked past it. Even emptying his bladder and washing his hands didn’t really wake him up much. He couldn’t ever remember waking up this early, not even on Christmas Day! His mother found him almost asleep on his feet in the bathroom, and took charge of running the brush through his hair, before guiding him back to his room. Sean wasn’t in the best of moods, so she just wanted the kiddo dressed and ready to go as soon as possible. “Arms up,” she instructed, and the sleepy boy complied, letting her pull his pyjamas over his head. “Pants please Tiger,” and he simply took them off and stepped out of them. She held his underpants open for him to step into, then his baggy grey shorts, before adding a tracksuit top to his t-shirt. Finally, she sat him down, and put his socks on for him. “It’s like dressing an over tired toddler,” she thought with a grin. He slipped his socked feet into a pair of crocs, added his baseball cap, and staggered into the kitchen like a little zombie. He managed to stay awake until they got to the roadhouse, where the lights were so uncomfortably bright, that they made him squint. Sean didn’t want to hype him up on sugary drinks, so he bought the boy a large, unsweetened orange juice instead. “You need to go to the bathroom again before we go, Tiger?” “No dad. I went before we left home,” he mumbled. Ten minutes down the road, the boy had drunk nearly all of the juice, and fallen fast asleep again. Sean was glad. If the little bloke got another couple of hours now, he’d be a lot better for it later today. Three hours later, the sun started coming up, and Aiden had barely stirred. They were well out of the city by now, making good time on the open highway. Sean was wondering if he should wake the boy up, or just let him sleep. He was like a boneless little rag doll, head slumped to the side, arms hanging loosely near his hips. There was a rest stop coming up, with a toilet block, and Sean figured it would be a good excuse for a quick stop to stretch his legs, and let the boy use the bathroom. He glanced across at his son, preparing to wake him, when he noticed Aiden had a big wet patch rapidly spreading across the front of his shorts as he remained asleep. Wednesday Night, Daniel and Amy. As Sonia was going with Paula and her kids, it had been decided that Amy could spend the day with Dan, including the night, then go North with him and his folks. The kids had been busy all day, helping Pete pack the trailer, going shopping with Sue, and generally running around everywhere. Dan had wanted to set the air beds up in the lounge again, but Sue had strongly disagreed. “But we always sleep in the same room together,” he protested indignantly. “Why do we have to change now? It’s not like we’re gonna “DO” anything.” Sue tried to placate him, while Amy just stood back in silence, feeling uncomfortable. She would much rather sleep in the same room with Danny, and not in a strange room by herself, but she could understand Sues point. “I know that Dan. I didn’t say you would. It’s just a timing thing. We’re going to basically just wake up, and leave. We’re not going to muck around putting the air beds down, and I don’t want to come back next week and have to deal with them, especially after a nine hour bloody drive. Besides, your dad and I want to watch a bit of tv in there, and I want you two to have an early night. You might need a shower when you get up, and we HAVE to leave by 12:30, so no arguing please. I’ve already made up the guest bed for Amy, and I’m sure she’ll be quite comfortable in there, won’t you sweetie?” Amy nodded, not wanting to inflame the situation. “I’ll be fine in there Sue, thank you. Come on Danny, let’s just go and watch some tv in your room, ok?” She took him by the hand and led him towards the stairs before he could continue the argument with his mouth. Honestly, it seemed to her that Dan and his mum were arguing a lot these days. Sue watched them trudge up the stairs holding hands. Amy had wet herself earlier, and had showered and changed into some pretty pink pyjamas, while Danny was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, with his diapers waistband sticking out. “You leave that door open too mate,” she shouted after him. “I’ll be up at nine to make sure you guys are ready for bed.” She heard a mutter. “What did you say Daniel Jacobs?” “Nothing mum,” came a muttered reply, and she sighed. That boy! Grrr. At ten minutes to nine, her and Peter were ready for bed. She saw Danny’s door was ajar, and although the light was off, the flickering ambient glow of his television could be seen. Peter went to the door and peeked in, then turned to his wife and made a “shh” gesture, before whispering “Come here sweetheart. Check it out.” Sue joined him at the door, and looked in. The tv was on, with the sound down low, while the kids lay on top of Dans double bed. He was on the right hand side, laying on his back, with his left arm stretched out. Amy lay on his arm, curled up and facing him, with her left hand resting gently on his chest, both fast asleep. The adults backed silently out of the room. “I’ll have to wake them,” Sue declared. Peter shook his head. “Let them sleep honey. We’re getting up in three hours anyway.” “Oh come on Pete! We can’t just let them sleep together!” He kissed her delicately on the nose. “Why not honey? They’re just sleeping after all. They’re dead to the world. If you wake them, you’re going to have two disturbed kids to get back to bed. Leave ‘em alone I reckon.” “Come on Peter. They’re only fourteen for Christ’s sake! They shouldn’t be sharing a bed together.” “Look Sue. You’re right. They’re only fourteen. They’re kids. They’re not hurting anyone. It doesn’t look too much like an orgy to me. Leave them be. They’ll feel a lot better if we let them sleep uninterrupted.” She sighed. It went against everything she was trying to accomplish with them, but she could see the logic of it. If she woke them, they would go to the toilet, brush their teeth, have a drink, and completely wake up. At least this way they were getting some rest. Shaking her head at what she was doing, she snuck in, and retrieved the spare quilt from Danny’s wardrobe, and gently draped it over them. They didn’t stir. Sue left the door ajar, although she was beginning to wonder what good that was going to do.
  21. Good story! I did that too, since i was young i did „ play „ with my bladder. It was arousing for me to hold it and it was arousing for me if someone else did hold it or had to hold it. I had goals like you, don’t pee all day and than I wanted more and more. I did hold it longer and longer. I did not pee in the morning and forced myself to hold it, until noon, until afternoon and longer. My bladder had to endure it, this thing in my abdomen has to obey for so long as i wanted and it did! My bladder, my sphincter and my will to hold it, was getting stronger and stronger so that i was able to hold it sometimes 24 hours and longer. One time i had the idea not to pee on Saturday. My last pee was on Friday 11.00 pm and than I went to sleep. No pee on Saturday morning, no pee at noon and no pee at the evening. No pee all Saturday! I must say that I did drink less than normal. I went to sleep at 11.00 pm with my bladder full from 24 hours. I could endure it until Sunday morning. My bladder was swollen up to my navel and hard as a stone but i did like it!!!
  22. My original post didn’t mention this but I had started to leak uncontrollably into my underwear and had to sprint to the bathroom before I had a full on accident, I will update the post to make it clearer.
  23. johnah

    The Contractor's Apprentice

    I love this. Thank you!
  24. wolfcub

    Japanese schoolgirl caught peeing

    It's so hot one. I want full version too.
  25. FUBOT

    JoJo Omorashi Brainstorming

    Thanks! Yeah I'll give it a shot, probably be the next new thing I put out. I just have to think of the specifics. Maybe I'll do a couple stories with him. I haven't read part 6 yet! Though considering it might be a while before it is adapted to anime, maybe I should just do that and get it out of the way.
  26. Calb

    Raining in hot Mediterranean

    Yeah, I guess it is, just consulted some list of typical Polish names. Nonetheless, thank you for your feedback guys, glad you liked it!
  27. FUBOT

    Avery's Apartment

    This is the first and maybe only story I did from the POV of one of the monster boys. In this case, it is from Ivan's point of view. Avery's Apartment: Chapter P2 Work Delay (With Ivan and Avery) Ivan stood on the corner by a clean white house. The little suburban road was quiet, only the occasional car passing by. Most of the traffic was moms in yoga pants giving him dirty looks as they jogged past. At least, with the temperature dropping, he didn’t look nearly as weird in his coat. He had on two layers, plus his hat down low, and a scarf wrapped tight around his face. All together he looked practically allergic to being chilly. In reality, he just couldn’t risk someone realizing that if they tried to look him in the eyes, they would see through to the back of his hat. He pretended to look at his phone, occasionally looking up at the house across the street. There was a car in the parking lot, a sexy red piece that had pulled in a half hour ago. Usually, he got work because people just don’t trust each other. One guy thinks his wife is a little too happy despite the fact they haven’t done the nasty for a few weeks, and Ivan follows the missus for a while before reporting back that it was all nothing and their marriage was safe. Well, besides their complete lack of trust. Except this time. Ivan was preparing to leave the place when a sports car pulled up, and a man in a trashy tracksuit jumped out. So now he was watching the windows for any kind of proof to take back to his client. A bleep came from his phone, and he saw a text from Avery pop up. Ivan felt his chest tighten for a moment. He didn’t even need to open it to know she was pissed. The preview read ‘where are you?’ He went to reply, taking a look around before removing his glove and typing with one invisible hand, ‘jobs gone long be there soon’. With a swipe he closed it. Avery wanted to help him search through some files a client had in an old office building on the edge of town. No matter how many times he told her it was a stupid idea, that she didn’t know what she was doing, and that clingy didn’t look good on her, she insisted. She kept trying to pry into his business. Even if the help was nice, it was only a matter of time before she asked some questions she didn’t like the answer to, and got mad at him for telling the truth. Happened before with old man Avery, and she was just him with a nicer butt, and a mean streak. Ivan shook that thought out of his head. Another text. He let out a sigh and popped it open. It said, ‘freezing and you have the key’. Then right after she sent another one, ‘hurry up’. Didn’t she know he had a job to do? He shot her a quick, ‘ok’ and looked up to the windows again. It was still broad daylight, so the odds of someone doing something dumb by their windows was reduced. If the client didn’t have an alarm system, he would have gone inside. Unfortunately, he didn’t get access to the building, so he was stuck looking like a weird stalker. Well he was a stalker. He was just being paid for it. Sometimes though, people were complete morons, and managed to get themselves in trouble. He could see movement behind the curtains of the living room window, and he pulled out his phone and opened the camera. He tried to look relaxed, he didn’t want them to see him taking snaps. Soon the door opened. It was the track suit man, his jacket off and in his hands now. He had the most satisfied grin on his face, definitely a guy who just got his rocks off. Before he could walk out, a woman’s hand grabbed him and dragged him back behind the door. The wife leaned out and gave him a kiss, and Ivan snapped a few rapid shots. She waved goodbye, and the man walked backward while saying something he couldn’t make out from across the street. Ivan got all of it before the guy jumped back into his sports car. He was going to take a picture of him driving away, but then he noticed a call coming through. His phone was on silent, for obvious reasons, but that didn’t stop Avery from trying to ruin his investigation. He denied the call, and then watched the windows to see if anything more was going to happen. The door was shut, the blinds closed. He had enough for now, that would get him paid, even if it didn’t bode well for some poor schmucks wedding vows. Ivan walked down the block toward the bus stop. It wasn’t a long ride to Avery, then she could yell at him for a little bit, and then he would get back to work. A voicemail notification came up, and he called into his messages. “Ivan, come on where the hell are you? It is freezing out here!” she grumbled in the message. He could hear her moving around, almost like she was pacing. There was the scratching sound of her moving the phone from ear to ear, and she was practically hissing at him. “Did you know all the businesses around here are shut down? There’s not even somewhere I can go to sit down and wait. I swear if you left me out here on purpose I’m going to fu-.” She stopped, and there was the sound of a car coming by. She sounded more pissed than he expected. Her voice came back, higher and softer this time, “Just hurry, okay? Please.” That was the end of the message. She sounded a little strange. He sent her a text, ‘omw now’. He tried to think about what could be going on. The office wasn’t in the best neighborhood. It was possible she was just scared. Not a lot of daytime crime in that area though, she was worried for nothing. Plus, he knew from experience she could defend herself pretty well if someone tried to perv on her. There wasn’t much he could do. He didn’t drive, not after the last time he almost got pulled over. Not easy explaining to a police officer why you won’t look them in the eye. That was a bullet he didn’t want to dodge again. The bus would be there soon enough. Maybe she was just that cold. Knowing her she probably wore some shorts or one of those little skirts of hers to go out. As much as he liked those smooth little legs of hers, she had a bad habit of leaving them out even when the weather was against her. She probably didn’t like being constricted in jeans. Which was a little hypocritical considering how often she made him put on pants. The bus was pulling up, and Ivan brought his hat down low as he jumped on and threw some coins in. He grabbed the transfer slip and moved to the back. Another text, ‘Ivan. hurry.’ He shook his head, ‘Yeah let me just jack the bus. lol’ He sat back and tried to close his eyes and relax, but then another text came in. ‘Not funny, jackass.’ He tossed back a winky face, and then looked at the time. He would be there within twenty minutes. Less if the bus didn’t have a lot of people to pick up. Ivan’s phone chimed again, and he pulled it out and saw the preview, ‘I hate you. If I…’ He opened it, and he had to suppress a laugh at the full message. ‘If I piss myself because you can’t be on time I’ll kill you’. That was the one angle he didn’t expect. She was just mad because she had to pee. No wonder she was doing all that fussing in her messages. Wow, just like a woman to dance around instead of doing something about it. Ivan shook his head. He wrote back, ‘go to the burger joint down the street idiot’. There wasn’t even a chance for him to put his phone away before he got back, ‘tried’ and then ‘closed’. It was the middle of the day though. He replied, ‘at 2?’ ‘Closed down boarded up!’ Okay, that was unexpected. He really liked the burgers there, and they had those real milkshakes that were so thick you almost needed a spoon. Plus it meant the next nearest place was so far away she might as well have jumped on a bus as well. The rest of the neighborhood was a bunch of boarded up shops and little offices for real estate agents and advertising companies. He thought for a minute, then sent her back, ‘Isn’t there an alley over there?’ ‘Gross’ she replied fast. ‘Better than ruining your skirt?’ He was getting close now. Ivan scooted over to the window, and looked out. It was a bit of a walk over to her from the stop. ‘You watching me?’ She asked, ‘Ivan!’ Despite the situation, he had to laugh. Seemed he was accurate about the skirt. Plus it was easy to see how desperate she was from the tone of her texts. They were getting shorter, angrier. She probably had one hand shoved between her thighs, holding herself while she typed with the other. He could just imagine it. Her bent over, butt shaking back and forth as she tried to hold it in. Those exposed thighs of hers wouldn’t do her any favors, probably covered in little goosebumps. As his stop came up, he realized he had a little chub in his pants. “Okay, more of a perv than I knew,” He whispered to himself as he adjusted his groin and walked to the front of the bus. He told himself it was the thought of Avery herself that brought it on, and not anything else. After all, he had rubbed one out more than enough times to the image of that tight ass of hers. Her being desperate for a piss just made her pop it out for all to see. Another text, ‘Ivan hurry plz hurry’. Desperate seemed like the best word. It was almost like she was begging. What if he didn’t show up? He had all the power in this case. He typed out a text, ‘What if I don’t?’ But then he erased it. She would be furious. Or worse, she would think he was genuinely an asshole, and never forgive him. He was already in the doghouse, doing that would just toss her into the arms of that hentai-monster living on the top floor. He would find her one day, writhing in a mess of gooey tentacles, popping out xenomorph eggs from every hole. He shook his head, that was a weird thought for another night. Ivan started to hurry, he was close after all. He rounded a corner, and when he looked down the sidewalk he could actually see the blurry outline of Avery off in the distance. She was wearing a little brown jacket, but her legs were definitely out. She was also hunched over, her legs wrapped around each other. He was going to call out to her, and run, but then he saw an alleyway. This was a golden opportunity. It wasn’t like this was something he could see up close every day, she didn’t run around her apartment needing a piss. He wanted to say he didn’t like it, but his pants were tight, and there was a warmth in his lower stomach. This was something he needed to work out. He ran into the alley, stripped down, and then moved over to get closer. He slowed down when he got close enough that she could hear him. By that point he could make out everything. The skirt was blue, with little white polka dots. It was short, stupid short for the weather. If he thought he had the time, he could probably get on his knees and see her panties that easy. She was dancing back and forth, from one leg to the other. Both hands were jammed between her legs now, and he could see the muscles in her thighs were tensed hard. She was hissing with every breath, and making slight turns. Her eyes kept closing, and then opening wide and looking around as if afraid someone might see her. Maybe she was looking for him? Avery pulled her phone out, thought about typing a new message, then shoved her hands, phone and all into her crotch as she bent over again. “Damnit, no no no,” She whispered, “where are you, where are you, no!” She was losing. It was… kind of hot. Her cheeks were flushed, her legs were shivering, and she kept making little panicked mewling noises. Ivan pinched his left finger with his right hand, and nodded to himself. He kneeled down, and like he thought, could see her panties. They were light blue. There was no denying he was at full attention now. “Ah, oh oh, no.” Avery gasped as she held on tighter. Ivan thought he could almost see a small dark drop, not even the size of a penny, appear on her panties. But then she swayed her hips, and it moved out of view. He had to end this. He stood up, and took a deep breath. There was no simple way to say ‘sorry I was hiding right in front of you, but I’m done now.’ “Hey Avery,” he said. She almost jumped, turning toward him fast and taking a startled step back, hands in the air as if caught in a crime. “Oh shit!” She gasped. Then there was an unmistakable hissing sound. Avery’s face went red, and her hands shot back to her groin and her eyes shut as if that would hide her from him. “Ivan!” She shouted, “you bastard I…” she couldn’t even finish the sentence. For a brief moment, but one he definitely noticed, her face went serene, almost sensual. Her eyes opened part way, and her chin tilted up just a little, and Ivan heard another long hiss of liquid hitting cotton. “Hey, sorry I took so-” He started. “Shut up and open the door! So I don’t… so I can…” She was gasping, and could barely get anything out. Ivan was stunned, watching the mix of panic and relief going across her face, the intimate expressions flashed as she tried to get a hold of herself. But she was right. He patted himself down, and touched only skin. “Oh, shit,” Ivan whispered. “What?!” Avery said as she looked up to about where he was. “The key is back in my pants babe, like a block away,” He was grinning, and he hoped she couldn’t hear it in his voice. But it seemed she couldn’t concentrate on that. Her eyes were welling up with tears now, and she made a slow turn away from him. “I can’t, I’m… don’t look at me, asshole. Turn around.” Before she even had her back turned, he could see the moment she truly gave up. She pulled the skirt from between her legs. Even when pissing herself, she wanted to save it. Her thighs were trembling, and she kept them locked to each other. But then he saw her grow real still for a moment, then start shivering again. Another stop, and this time he could see it, the long trail of liquid forging a path down her beautiful legs. It curved down, from just beneath her ass, to beneath her right knee, and then went all the way to the outside before hitting the ground. “Damnit, damnit,” Avery whispered, “I hate you!” Her arms were tensed, her hands in balled up fists. Then he saw her right hand unclench, and the little rivulets became a stream. It came down her legs for a moment, then became a direct flow from her panties to the pavement. The growing puddle was letting off steam as it warmed up the cold ground. He was mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she gasped with relief, her head tilted down to watch her own expulsion. Her legs adjusted halfway through, opening wide to let it fall as it may. It started to hug her right leg like before, soaking one shoe and almost ignoring her left side. As it started to slow down, she whispered to herself, “So gross, just disgusting. This is so terrible.” He didn’t want to leave, but he knew if she finished and he still didn’t have that key, he was as good as dead. Plus he needed a head start, because there was no way he could run with the invisible sausage he was packing. He went and grabbed his clothes and came back. Avery was squatting, her face in her hands. She sniffled as he got close. “Hey, Avery,” He said as he put a hand on her shoulder. She knocked it away, “Leave me alone.” “Come on,” He said, “come clean up inside. It’ll be warm.” She didn’t look at him, but she uncovered her face. He could see that she was crying, her eyes getting red. “Yeah, I’m sure my comfort is real important to you, Ivan.” He tapped his foot. Unsure exactly how he could get himself out of this one. “We can dump your undies in some random box in here, let the old fart that hired me find them. Sounds fun right?” She hugged herself, and shook her head, “Fuck off.” He went and opened the door, and tossed his clothing inside. Then he walked back over and put a hand on each of her shoulders. “Look, I’m sorry. Didn’t see this happening, okay? Next time I’ll… I’ll leave the stake out early if I have to.” She sniffled, and wiped her nose, and then looked straight up in a best attempt to look him in the eyes. “Really?” She asked. He took a deep breath, “I mean, if you tell me what’s going on, definitely. No one should go through this, you’re making me feel like a douche.” She stood up, and her legs seemed wobbly. Ivan grabbed her arms to keep her steady. Her face was so red, she seemed so vulnerable. “I guess it’s only kind of your fault,” She said. Then she hugged him. He wasn’t expecting that, but it wasn’t unwelcome. He hugged back, squeezing her tight. He enjoyed the intimate moment, she smelled nice. He meant it, she didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to have to deal with any of them, him especially. “Ivan,” she whispered. “Yeah, babe?” “Why do you have an erection?” He froze up and didn’t say a word. An unfortunate instinct in the case of true danger. “Does me crying turn you on or something?” she asked as she looked for his eyes. It really threw him off how good she was at finding his face. He shook his head, “Of course not, what am I, a pervert?” He said as he rubbed her back, “that skirt you’re wearing may as well have a picture of your ass as the pattern.” She hit him, but he saw a small grin as she backed off and headed for the door. He followed behind her, watching the soaked skirt hug to her butt as she walked, “Plus if I’m honest, you look like you’re cumming when you piss yourself.” “Ivan!”
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