timo78 1 Posted October 12, 2019 Share Posted October 12, 2019 Great story,thank you 🙂 keep it going Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted October 14, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 14, 2019 Chapter 4 Penny and Derek chatted amiably on the drive up the freeway, while her phone continued to emit occasional pings and pops. Her Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook accounts were all jingling along merrily, as her friends and followers expressed their support for her either in “likes” or comments. Although her father kept telling her that he really should just drop her off and go, he was almost as excited as what she was, and he couldn’t resist walking into the shop with her to get a glimpse of her new bike. “Oh wow Penny. You’re right. That is an incredible looking machine,” he exclaimed in awe, marvelling at how light it was when he picked it up with one hand. Penny beamed with joy. “I know dad. Right? It’s awesome!” “Good morning. Can I help you,” a voice enquired from behind them, causing them to turn around, coming face to face with a smiling sales lady, maybe 10 years older than Penny. Penny nervously stuck out her hand, and introduced herself, “I won this bike in the Cancer Raffle,” she added. The lady beamed with delight. “Penny! Of course you did! We’ve been expecting you this morning. We’re all so excited for you. Congratulations! You’ve got a heap of things to look at and pick out as part of your package!” Derek gave his daughter a quick squeeze around the shoulders. “It looks like everything is under control here Pen. I better get to the office. You sure you’re okay riding home?” She kissed her father lightly on the cheek, and assured him that she’d be fine, and let the sales lady, Veronica, lead her over to meet the store manager as Derek left. The manager, Steve, was just as nice as Veronica, and they began giving her a tour of the store, pointing out the various accessories and clothing that she could choose from to customise her new bike. “Once your kitted out, we’d like to get some photos of you and the bike for our Facebook page, and a small story in the local paper,” Steve informed her, and Penny readily agreed. Penny noticed a Coke machine near the counter, so she purchased a 600ml bottle to sip on, as the tour progressed. There was so much to choose from! The style of handlebars, the seat, the pedals, trip meter, water bottle, and they hadn’t even gotten to the clothes yet! It didn’t take too long though, perhaps 20 minutes, as Penny sat on a few different bikes and experimented with a few styles. She was pretty ambivalent about most things, except for deciding straight away that she definitely didn’t want the pedals that clipped her feet in place, worried that she wouldn’t be able to unclip them in time when she had to stop. “Okay,” Veronica announced with a clap of her hands. “Steve will get one of the boys out back to set it up for you, then we’ll get the seat and handle bars set up correctly. Now comes the fun part, the clothes!” She calculated how much of her budget was still available, and Penny was delighted to discover it was probably more than she had thought. She would definitely be able to dress herself nicely from head to toe. She disposed of her now empty Coke bottle, (thinking where on Earth did that go?) and headed into the clothing section. Having already Googled her options, her heart was set on black and pink, and she wasted no time in choosing a matching outfit. She began with a lycra riding shirt that was predominantly black and grey, with large pink splashes under the arms, matching black lycra knee length shorts, black, but with hot pink inner legs and crotch, hot pink ankle socks, a pink helmet, white riding shoes with pink highlights and laces, and a pink and white drink bottle. She admired her reflection in the change room mirror, and after alternating between a few different sizes, she was completely dressed and ready to go, and proudly thought to herself that she looked almost like a professional rider, and she loved how the skintight clothing accentuated her boobs and bum. She particularly liked the bright pink flashes running down her inner legs and over her crotch, which seemed to draw attention to her well formed legs, and displayed her pubic mound nicely, without giving her a camel toe. She packed her old clothes and flip flops into her backpack, and headed back to the counter just as her new bike was being wheeled out. Straddling the bike, the young assistants adjusted the heights of the seat and handlebars, and positioned the brakes and gear levers at there optimum placement for her natural grip. Veronica was busily ringing up the total, and happily informed Penny that she had spent her voucher very well, and had ten dollars left. Wanting to get absolute maximum benefit from her prize, Penny added another 600ml Coke, and a 600ml bottle of water for her new riding bottle, and her money was then completely spent. She didn’t particularly feel like she needed the second bottle of Coke, but hey, she wasn’t going to waste anything, so she proceeded to start drinking it, as the employees started setting up for the photo shoot. Although she wasn’t overly thirsty, Penny drank deeply, more out of a feeling of almost over anxious excitement rather than thirst. Her photo was going to appear in the local paper, and she would be sure to get someone to take a couple of pictures using her own phone as well, as her IG and Facebook accounts were now well and truly due for the first proper photos of the day. Veronica produced a very expensive looking camera, and handed it to one of the younger workers, and thus the photo shoot began. Penny assumed a number of happy, smiling poses, standing beside the bike, wearing her new clothes and helmet, alternating between giving handshakes to Steve and Veronica. It took a bit longer than usual, as Penny had given the young man her phone as well, shyly asking him to take the same pictures for her as they went through it all. In no time at all, she had somehow managed to finish her second bottle of Coke, meaning that she had drank 1.2 litres since walking into the shop less than two hours ago, and she admonished herself for doing so. She usually tried to limit the amount of sugary drinks that she consumed, as she was still prone to the occasional outbreak of acne if she drank too much. Bah. That would be tomorrow’s problem now. Today, her face was blemish free and looking pretty, which was the most important thing considering the selfies that still needed to be taken. “This is great!” Steve said with a grin. “You should be a model, Penny.” This will be a great advertisement for the shop! Now, if we could have just a couple more of you sitting on your new bike please?” Happy to oblige, Penny swung her leg high and over the saddle easily, but she suddenly grimaced just before her bottom came to rest on the seat. As she’d performed that manoeuvre, her bladder had announced that it was nearly at capacity, and Penny had felt a slight loosening sensation from between her lycra covered legs, and she hunched forward a bit, pressing her suddenly quivering pee hole firmly into the seat. For a nasty second, she had thought that she had wet her pants, or was about to, but by clamping down hard on her pelvic muscles, she realised that although she had almost leaked, she hadn’t, at least not yet. The feeling surprised her, as she had had absolutely no realisation up until then that she needed to pee at all, her level of excitement keeping most other thoughts at bay, but now she had felt it, she couldn’t unfeel it, and the fullness coming from her bladder seemed like the most overpowering sensation of all. How she hadn’t noticed it before was a mystery to her, but now, she realised that she desperately needed to visit a toilet as a matter of urgency. However, she was able to maintain her smile, knowing that these photos were important, and although she was clamping her pelvic muscles with all her might, nobody looking on would’ve been at all the wiser. Not a moment too soon, the photo shoot was over, and Penny very carefully swung her leg back off the bike, silently gritting her teeth the whole time, then tried to stand nonchalantly without it looking like she was squeezing her thighs together with all her might. She looked nervously around the store, hoping to see a public bathroom, but to no avail. This was bad. She needed to go to the toilet LIKE RIGHT NOW, and had no idea where the nearest public bathrooms might be located. Salvation came to her in the form of Veronica, who sidled up to the girl and whispered conspiratorially in her ear. “Thanks for that Penny, I’m sure you’ll help us sell lots of bikes! But, you’ve got a big ride ahead of you, would you like to use the bathroom before you go?” Penny blushed, as deeply pink as the splashes on her new clothes. “Oh my God, is it that noticeable?” Veronica laughed. “Oh dear! You do, don’t you? No darling, I didn’t notice at all, really! I just know what it’s like trying to ride when I need to use the toilet, that’s all! I just thought you might want to make a quick pit stop before you left. There’s an employee rest room out the back if you want to go?” A furiously blushing Penny nodded her head quickly. “Yes please Veronica, I, Uh, was actually thinking I might need to go before I start riding. Too much Coke I think...” Veronica led her around the back of the counter, and through a door marked “Employees Only,” and Penny followed her down a short corridor, past a small staff room, to where there were two doors side by side, marked Men’s and Ladies respectfully. Forgetting all semblance of maintaining here composure, Penny uttered a strained “Thanks,” and hurried into the ladies bathroom, which was empty, and contained two stalls. The sight of a toilet, and the potential relief it promised, made her pee hole twitch violently, and she felt a drop or two leak out, as she ran into the cubicle, yanking her new cycling shorts quickly down, and biting her bottom lip, as she tried to stifle a moan as she wrestled with her bikini panties. Her bottom hit the seat a full second before her bladder capitulated, and she couldn’t muffle the sigh of relief as her pent up stream flowed strongly into the bowl below. She nervously looked down, into the pants that were puddled around the hot pink ankle socks she wore, and saw a wet spot in her bikini, the size and shape of a small egg. With a furiously beating heart, she looked further, into her new lycra pants, and sighed with relief when she saw that the pink lycra crotch was still dry. Penny pulled a wad of toilet paper off the roll, and started blotting her bikini pants, trying to calculate exactly how much she had drank so far today, and figure out why she had been suddenly hit with such a strong bout of desperation. As she calculated, it became suddenly clear. Three large coffees, two glasses of juice, a glass of water, and over a litre of Coke. God! No wonder she had needed to pee so quickly. She still had to ride home yet as well! Plus, one more coffee was obligatory, as the “#Sitting In The Cafe, Enjoying Breakfast With My New Bike,” selfie, showiness the bike behind a carefully positioned shot of her eggs Benedict and latte was an imperative part of her Social Media plans for the day. “I’ll just have to make sure I make a bathroom stop if I need one,” she chided herself, as she pulled her slightly soggy bikini pants back up, followed by her shorts, then she washed her hands, and went to say her final goodbyes to Steve and Veronica, hoping that her knickers would dry before a wet spot became visible on her pink crotch. They should. It was a lovely day for a ride. largebio, wether, arg08 and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 14, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 14, 2019 What a fabulous chapter can't wait to read what happens next Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted October 14, 2019 Share Posted October 14, 2019 Can't wait to see what happens next either Barry. This really is turning into a great story! Quote Link to comment
WetNick88 134 Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 Great chapter Barry, but shouldn’t Penny be wearing padded cycle knickers? So much more absorbent! Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted October 15, 2019 Author Share Posted October 15, 2019 2 hours ago, WetNick88 said: Great chapter Barry, but shouldn’t Penny be wearing padded cycle knickers? So much more absorbent! 🤔🤔🤔 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted October 17, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted October 17, 2019 Chapter 5 Penny cycled off, carefully joining the flow of traffic. At first, she was a bit nervous, but it only took a few minutes for her to find her rhythm. She had always enjoyed riding her bike when she was younger, but hadn’t done a lot of it over the past few years, as her old bike had gradually deteriorated with age, and she had outgrown it. Turning a corner, she encountered a nice, flat, straight section of road, and she hunched forward in the saddle and started pedalling fast, seeing what her new bike was capable of. Leaning forward in the saddle, her legs pumping like pistons, Penny could feel her wet panties rubbing against her mound with every cycle of her legs. The air rushing against her had swiftly cooled them, and she was aware of a cool, wet clamminess pressing against her slit, moving up and down as she pedalled, and although she felt a bit embarrassed by it, secretly she had to admit that it did feel kind of nice. She was, however, a little bit concerned about the wetness from her knickers showing through onto the hot pink lycra of her crotch, but basically, there was absolutely nothing she could do about that anyway. After all, she had to get home, nobody would see a tiny wet spot while she rode, and lycra was renowned for being a fast drying fabric anyway, especially with the wind pushing against her as it was. Just for her own peace of mind, she pulled off the road into a quiet car park, and reached for her new water bottle, using that as an excuse to do a sneaky visual inspection of her crotch. Not a single spot of wetness or discolouration was visible, and she gave a little sigh of relief as she drank deeply from her bottle. The sweetness of the Coke she had consumed had actually made her thirstier if anything, and the chilled water washed the slightly sickly taste from her mouth, refreshing her in the way that only water can when a person is genuinely thirsty. Penny shrugged her backpack off, and retrieved her phone, checking the time. Ten minutes had passed since she’d left the shop, and she felt absolutely energised and alive, but also incredibly hungry, having skipped breakfast with a cafe brunch planned. She had researched how much time the trip should take, and discovered that regular, fit bike riders would expect to cover the 20km distance in around forty minutes. While she was certainly fit, she wasn’t setting a particular target for herself, and thought anything around an hour would be great, not including her stop for brunch. Her tummy rumbled. The original plan had been to stop at her favourite cafe near her home, but she felt that she really should eat as soon as possible, even if it did slow her up a bit. Besides, eating a bit earlier before going for a swim was probably a much more sensible idea. There was a cafe that she knew not far from here, so she would stop there instead. Putting her phone away, and her backpack on again, she took another drink, then sloshed the bottle around, finding it nearly empty. “Better stay hydrated,” she thought, as she drained the last of her water, planning on filling her bottle up again at the cafe. She couldn’t resist giving her crotch a quick squeeze, enjoying how her damp bikini felt against her girlhood, and she set off again, at a much more sedate pace, enjoying how her damp panties felt as she cycled. Ten minutes later, Penny was locking her bike into a rack outside a nice little cafe with an alfresco area. Some other cyclists were collecting their bikes as she pulled up, and they complimented her on the new bike. Penny automatically felt included with the group, and they spent a very pleasant few minutes discussing all things cycle related, even inviting her to join there group perhaps for a larger ride in the future. The feeling of camaraderie was nice, and Penny was feeling quite happy as she took a seat at an outside table in the sun, and started glancing over the menu. A waitress soon appeared, bringing a complimentary carafe of chilled water to the table, and Penny ordered her favourites, a large latte, and Eggs Benedict. She poured herself a large glass of water as she started flicking through her phone, selecting the right photos from the shop to update her social media accounts with. As she drank, she chose one of herself between Veronica and Steve, another of her beside the bike, and one of her sitting on it. #FINALLY GOT IT #PROFESSIONAL RIDER NOW LOL #STEVES CYCLES THANK YOU #FITNESS GOALS Her food didn’t take long to arrive, although she was surprised by the size of the gigantic coffee that was served. “That’s a Grande,” the waitress said with a nervous smile. “Isn’t that what you asked for? I can take it back if it’s not right?” Penny always hated to make a fuss, and would never complain unless it was absolutely necessary. “No, no, it’s fine,” she said. “I was only expecting a large, but this will do.” The waitress looked nervous. “Are you sure, I can make you a large instead? It’s my fault. I guess I didn’t hear you properly.” Penny hastened to assure her that it was okay, and the super-huge Grande would be fine. “Maybe I could get a small bottle of water as well please? I need to fill my drink bottle up.” The waitress leaned in and whispered. “Give me your bottle, I’ll fill it up from the jug in the kitchen. No charge. Thanks for not complaining. My boss gets made when I screw an order up.” Penny smiled, pleased that the nice young girl wasn’t going to get into trouble, plus, what she saved by not buying more water, covered the cost of the larger than expected coffee, so it was a win-win situation all round. Soon, her water bottle was returned, clinking with added ice as a bonus! More photos quickly followed. This time of her meal, with the new bike strategically positioned in the background. #HOW GOOD IS THIS? #HEALTHY FOOD/HEALTHY LIFESTYLE. Straight away, her phone beeped pleasingly as her IG account received even more valuable likes. She had even picked up two new followers as well, bringing her total to nearly 40. Not enough to be considered a “Social Influencer” of course, but not bad none the less. Penny ate her brunch, and even finished her Grande, washing it down with another glass of water from the carafe. She returned her water bottle to the bike, and went inside to pay. The thought of using the bathroom suddenly occurred to her as she saw the doors. She didn’t feel a particular need to go as such, (well, maybe a tiny one) but since her earlier mini-accident, she had drank another 600ml of water while riding, the huge coffee, which was her mind blowing fourth for the day, plus another two glasses of water, so she figured a quick bathroom stop would be more than prudent. After paying her tab, and thanking the waitress, she went straight into the ladies room. Penny pulled her shorts down, and ran a hand over her bikini, finding it dry, so she pulled it down as well, and sat down, looking at the crotch of her panties. The white silky fabric was dry, but there was a slight discolouration to the inner lining, showing where she had wet herself a bit before. She sighed with relief, but at the same time, she was surprised to find an ever so slight feeling of mild disappointment as well! That was strange, and before she let go of her bladder, she considered why that might be the case. It was because she had really enjoyed how her wet panties had felt rubbing against her while she rode. Another check of the lining made her wonder if the small stain was simply pee, or perhaps also a bit of her personal lubricant, enticed out of her by the feeling of naughty dampness and the cycling of her legs. She had never been turned on by her little leaks before, but today felt a bit different. She was on a natural high, her endorphins going wild, and the naughty feeling of knowing her knickers were a bit wet, and reminding her of that with every pump of her legs, rubbing that wetness against her pussy, while the cool air blew against her, had made her feel kind of horny. She was a little bit disappointed that her bikini had dried so quickly, as it had felt nice while she rode. Penny was struck by inspiration. She was about to leave for part two of her ride, which would culminate in a swim at the beach, so there really wasn’t any reason that she couldn’t make her panties just a little bit wet, was there? It seemed so naughty and wrong, but, the wet bikini had felt sooooo good, surely it wouldn’t hurt to do it again, just a little bit? After all, nobody would ever know... Penny stood up and pulled her bikini up, then sat down again, her heart beating like a hammer in her chest, not really believing what she was about to do. “Just a little bit, a squirt or two,” she said to herself, and she let go gently, trying to limit herself to just letting a tiny bit escape. However, her bladder had other ideas. As soon as she loosened her hold, a solid torrent erupted from between her legs, instantly saturating her once white thong bikini, and pouring through it everywhere, even from over the top, where it splashed onto the seat, and started dripping onto the floor, barely missing her shorts, which were puddled around her ankles. “NO! Nononono,” she hissed, and pushed herself further back over the bowl, sticking her feet out and up. Any chance of regaining control was completely lost in this position, and she had no choice but to stay in that uncomfortable position, until her bladder had emptied at least half of it’s contents through her panties. She felt the thong strap getting soaked, wicking her hot wee upwards and through her butt crack, and the small triangle of fabric that covered her semi shaved pussy was dripping from the waist cord down. Once she had finally regained control, cutting the flow off, she took a handful of paper and carefully soaked up the small puddle and drips she had cast upon the floor, then pulled her bikini down again, confirming with her eyes what she already knew. Her panties were a dripping, sodden mess, completely saturated. She used some toilet paper to blot the drips, then held them out taut between her knees, breathing sharply as she squeezed them, almost unable to believe what she had just done! What on Earth had she been thinking? Had she gone completely mad? Penny knew that she had a pair of clean, dry panties in her bag, supposedly to be used to change into after her swim. She’d have to put those on, she thought at first. But, not only would that would mean that her pissy bikini would have to go into her bag, but she wouldn’t be able to stop for a swim either. Then her mum would ask why, as Penny had been excitedly telling her of her plans for the last few days. Also, there was the IG pic of her pretty little painted toes in the sand to think about. She had been looking forward to taking that one. Besides, the whole idea HAD been to wet her pants a bit, she had just done it heavier than planned, that was all. Penny squirmed a bit while thinking about how nice her pissy bikini had felt while riding, and that was the decider. So what if her “underpants” were soaked? Nobody would be able to tell, and they felt so nice rubbing their wetness against her as she pedalled, then she could still stick to her original plan of having a swim, which would give her knickers the badly needed rinsing out that they now needed. Perfect! Taking another handful of paper, she alternated between blotting, squeezing, and wiping her pants, until they were as dry as she could get them. Pulling them back up, she squirmed with delight as the wet thong disappeared into the crevice between her cheeks, and the warm, moist triangle of cloth pressed itself firmly against her sex. Penny couldn’t help herself, she ran her fingers across the front of her damp bikini, shivering a bit as a surge of pleasure ran through her. She had no idea where this sudden enjoyment of wet knickers had come from, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt. The sound of the toilet door opening, then footsteps leading into the adjacent cubicle snapped her out of the pleasure zone, and she gave pulled her cycling shorts up, gave the seat a quick wipe, then flushed and went to the sink to was her hands. Penny could see her reflection in the mirror as she washed, and noticed she looked a bit flushed, which made her grin. She gave careful examination to her shorts, hoping that any wetness wouldn’t become visible on her pink lycra clad crotch, at least until she sat on the bike. After drying her hands, she pulled her shorts tight, and did a turn, checking her reflection both front and back for any wet spots, but she couldn’t see any. Boy, did her wet bikini feel nice snuggled up against her though. Suddenly, she realised that she hadn’t actually completely finished emptying her bladder. She had fought to cut the flow off, then cleaned up the mess, and got dressed again, without actually finishing what she had gone in there for in the first place. Penny almost went back in to try and completely empty herself before setting off, even though any urge to pee had long ago abated during the excitement. Then, the toilet flushed in the other cubicle, and not wanting to be seen loitering around in the bathroom, she walked out instead. She had been in there for almost ten minutes already, and surely the staff would be starting to wonder if she was alright. Penny thanked the waitress again, and feeling a bit self conscious about how wet her knickers were, she walked quickly back to her bike, donning her pack and helmet on the way. Once seated, her legs astride the bike, wet cloth pressing against her pee hole, she became aware of the fact that yes, she probably still needed to go a bit, or could certainly do so if she tried. Ah well. She would be swimming in the ocean in about forty minutes, she would hold on until then. Penny took a quick swig of ice water, relishing how it felt on the way down, then she pedalled off into the traffic, after a glance down between her legs showed her that a small wet spot was now indeed visible on her pink crotch. Meh. It would probably dry pretty quickly as she rode. Imouto Kitten, littlebird, mikey mike and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted October 17, 2019 Share Posted October 17, 2019 Great chapter again Barry! This new story is really getting going now. It's exciting that Penny actually seems to be beginning to enjoy the feelings of wearing wet panties..... Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 17, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 17, 2019 Another amazing chapter penny seems like that she is really enjoying herself Quote Link to comment
WetNick88 134 Posted October 18, 2019 Share Posted October 18, 2019 Oh so good Barry! And I love the choice of white bikini panties. I’ve definitely been in her position getting on a bike in damp/wet pants before now... Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted October 19, 2019 Author Share Posted October 19, 2019 A slightly shorter chapter, building up to what I think will be the last one. Thanks everyone for the comments and upvotes! I hope you’re enjoying it! Chapter 6 As she rode, she could feel the wetness rubbing against her mound with every turn of the pedals, and it felt nice. She glanced at her crotch a couple of times, and saw that the wet spot had grown, but wasn’t as visible as she had feared. You could see it, but only if you looked really hard. Stopping at a set of lights, she took the opportunity to stand up, and quickly ran her hand underneath her bottom, feeling a bit of wetness there, although her thong bikini shouldn’t make as big of a wet patch as normal wet panties would. Surprisingly, she found that this didn’t bother her much, as nobody would be able to see it while she was seated, and it would dry soon anyway. She could feel the wet thong rubbing between her bum cheeks, and it really did feel nice, although she was bit concerned about what it might look like when she took it off. No doubt she’d have to scrub it in the shower, like she always did when she wet her pants a bit. Ten minutes later, and she stopped on the freeway overpass. No bikes were allowed on the freeway of course, but there was a combination bike/pedestrian path that followed alongside of it. Penny rode or drove the freeway nearly every day, but had never been on the path before, and usually didn’t even see a lot of it, thanks to the screening vegetation separating them, and now, for the first time, she actually paid attention to it from her high vantage point. The first thing she noticed, was that it wasn’t as perfectly flat as the freeway itself. The path meandered up and down a lot of small rises and drops, and swung in and out as it went, certainly not the completely smooth, flat, straight ride she had been expecting. Still, it wasn’t exactly hilly or anything, just a bit, well, “wobbly,” and nothing that she couldn’t easily handle on her new metal steed. Penny took the opportunity to take a big drink from her water bottle, pleased to find that there was still some ice left unmelted. She stood with her feet on the ground, toes pointing down, without getting off the seat, and put her head back, drinking deeply. Something about this stretched out, arched back position made her aware of the fact that she had probably only emptied half of her bladder, if that, (into her pants) at the cafe, and she still needed to go a bit. No doubt that stupid-big Grande coffee and two glasses of water were now filtering through her, joining the not-quite-fully-expelled coffee, juice, Coke, and water that she had consumed prior to getting to the cafe. In fact, if anything, her half empty bladder seemed to be filling up very quickly. VERY quickly. Maybe it was her rather excessive fluid intake, perhaps it was the physical action of cycling, or just the fact that she had cut off the flow before her bladder was empty, but whatever it was, she was starting to feel like she would need to go to the toilet again fairly soon. It wasn’t a desperate feeling, not like she had experienced yesterday on the bus, or earlier today in her bedroom, both times ending up in a complete loss of control and wet pants, but under normal circumstances, if she felt like peeing this badly, she would usually go. There wasn’t a lot she could do about it now. Checking her trip meter, she had ridden about eight kilometres, and had estimated she had about twelve to go, although looking at how the cycle path switched back and forth, it was probably more like fourteen. Still, it shouldn’t take any more than half an hour until she got to the beach, and although there weren’t any toilets there, she had no qualms at all about peeing in the water. In fact, she always used that as a kind of personal motivation to get in, especially if the water was a bit cold. It gave her an excuse to go in the ocean. “Mind you,” she thought with a grin, as she mushed her pee hole firmly into the seat through her now clammy, wet knickers, “I’ve already GOT an excuse to get in and rinse this bikini out! I can’t go home with my panties like this. Mmmmm. It feels so good though!” For a brief moment, she considered letting a little bit out before riding off, you know, just enough to warm her knickers up again, but she quickly dismissed that idea. There was simply no way that she would wet herself in public, at least on purpose, as she considered herself to be extremely lucky to have gotten away with it yesterday, and she remembered the burning shame and humiliation she had felt while wetting her pants sitting in the park like a little girl. Although, it hadn’t felt as nice as a wet thong bikini and a bike ride..... No. Not only would it be completely humiliating, but she didn’t want to wet in her new bike shorts. Yes, there was a bit of a damp patch still visible, but it could easily just be a sweat stain, and she didn’t want her hot pink inner legs, crotch, and lower bottom showcasing a sodden wet area. She would, and could, wait until she got to the beach. Although she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t resist taking another drink. The water had a hint of lemon in it, and it was sooooo good. When she bent forward to put the bottle back in its holder underneath the frame, her bladder twitched just a little bit, as her legs went wider, and her vagina mushed itself into the wet fabric again, almond as if sending an invitation to her urine. “Hey! Come on! It’s already wet down here.....” Penny mentally shook all thoughts of wetting herself from her head, and vowed to stay dry until she hit the beach. She crossed the overpass, and swung south onto the path, and was soon exerting herself as she tried to set a good pace, determined to get into the ocean as soon as possible, so she could release the sudden heaviness that was now building around her lower tummy. LifeIsStrange, arg08, LilMiss and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted October 19, 2019 Share Posted October 19, 2019 This really is a great story Barry. I'm sorry to hear that there's only one more chapter to come; I was under the impression that we were going to join Penny for lots of "wet" cycle rides.... Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted October 19, 2019 Author Share Posted October 19, 2019 1 hour ago, mikey mike said: This really is a great story Barry. I'm sorry to hear that there's only one more chapter to come; I was under the impression that we were going to join Penny for lots of "wet" cycle rides.... I think we will. This will be the finish of a stand alone story. I think Penny will be back, with and without the bike. Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted October 19, 2019 Share Posted October 19, 2019 (edited) Great news Barry look forward to see how you move things along with Penny's story. Any news on D&A or are you not going to continue with it anymore? Edited October 19, 2019 by mikey mike (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted October 19, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted October 19, 2019 Another fabulous chapter Barry can't wait for the final chapter Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted October 19, 2019 Author Share Posted October 19, 2019 14 hours ago, mikey mike said: Great news Barry look forward to see how you move things along with Penny's story. Any news on D&A or are you not going to continue with it anymore? I’m planning on continuing it, but it might be a little bit in the future. I’ll finish this, then catch up on some private rp stuff I’m behind on, and I’ve got another idea floating around for a short story Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted January 18, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 18, 2020 Chapter 7 Sorry for the delay. I kinda lost interest in writing for awhile. I think the disappointment about not continuing Daniel And Amy got me down a bit. For those that are interested, I do intend to continue it, just to see what happens. At least I have it saved now. Penny made good time, at least at first. She was conscious of not riding too quickly on the shared path, but her tanned legs pumped like pistons as she climbed the various small rises, then relaxed again as she cruised down the following drops. The path was obviously quite popular with people walking, jogging, or riding, and most of the time they smiled and nodded as they past. Her view of the freeway came and went. Sometimes the path was close and adjacent, at other times it darted away, closing in towards the various housing estates and suburbs that lined the traffic corridor. On one of closer sections, she noticed that the traffic flow appeared to have suddenly diminished. Cars were still passing, but in much fewer numbers than before. As she approached the next rise, standing up on the pedals for more power, she caught a glimpse of blue flashing lights in the immediate distance, and her curiosity was immediately piqued. Upon cresting the hill, grinning to herself about the naughty feelings that her wet bikini was giving her as her legs pumped, she could suddenly see the tableau spread out on the freeway below. At first, it looked like absolute chaos, and she went cold, her already quickly beating heart accelerating even more, and her breath catching in her throat. But upon closer inspection, she relaxed. Although the accident she was looking at appeared to be a major one, it didn’t look like anyone had actually been hurt. From what she could tell, there had been a minor accident involving one car running into the back of another. But after that, a lager truck must have locked its brakes up and swerved to miss them, causing it to jackknife sideways, while other cars behind it also swerved and skidded, collecting each other in the process. From her vantage point, she could see the two cars in front, still nose-to-tail, the huge lorry askew, almost completely blocking both lanes, and at least three badly damaged cars behind it. A lone police car was at the rear, probably just in the right place at the right time following in the traffic, and the female officer had parked her car sideways across the road, lights ablaze, as she tried to slowly clear the immediate traffic one car at a time. In the distance, lots of flashing lights were approaching, weaving their way along the emergency lane. Penny could see at least three more police cars, a couple of ambulance, and a fire truck, all travelling like a multi coloured flashing snake towards the carnage. Once she was convinced that nobody was seriously hurt, she felt no guilt about stopping to watch for awhile. If there had of been injuries, she would have just minded her own business and continued, but with the damage being just vehicular, it was a fascinating spectacle. There were people arguing on the side, others inspecting the damage while on their phones, and the poor overburdened police officer doing her best to clear the immediate area while trying to keep everyone calm. Penny dismounted, leaned her bike against the fence, then removed her phone from her backpack, and started hastily taking photos, which she quickly uploaded to all her social media accounts. Her phone was suddenly buzzing and beeping away, as people liked, followed, shared, or messaged her posts. From a social media perspective at least, this was a winning situation. As she started responding to all the questions and shocked face emojis, she absentmindedly reached for her water bottle, and gave it a quick shake, hearing the last remnants of ice rattling within. She tilted her head back, and drank deeply, relishing the feeling of the last of her water quenching her parched throat. Other people had started to appear on the path beside her, and they watched with the morbid fascist that most humans have when faced with a disaster, some talking and discussing their own theories about exactly what had happened, others using their own phones to share pictures of the horror. Penny found herself engaged in a light conversation with a rather cute young guy around her own age, and they swapped their own ideas with each other. Suddenly, Penny felt a slight loosening of her bladder. It seemed to come out of nowhere! One moment, she was completely distracted by first the accident, then her phone, and then again by this cute boy, and at no stage at all did her still filling bladder even cross her mind, but suddenly, her urethra had twitched, and her pee hole suddenly felt kind of warm on the inside, as a kind of dropping sensation swept across her abdomen. Penny was horrified to realise that she was about to wet herself like a distracted child, who had been so caught up in what she was doing, that she hadn’t even noticed that she needed to go potty until it started to come out! Her ankles suddenly crossed themselves, as her lycra covered thighs pressed together. A sharp, hissing intake of breath was inhaled, and she squinted her eyes in sudden urgency. Thankfully, the cute boy was looking at the carnage below, and failed to notice her sudden look of complete anxiety, and he certainly didn’t see the tiny little wet spot that was barely visible at the junction of her thighs. “Ugh. I....I gotta go,” she stammered, sadly noticing the look of disappointment that crossed over his features. Penny deposited her phone into her backpack, straightened her bike up, and swung her leg over, almost crying out as she felt another drop or two of hot urine warming her clammy bikini once more. As she coasted down the next hill, she risked a glance between her legs, and saw a visible wet patch the size and shape of a small egg. She moaned in frustration, completely distracted, looking up just in time, seeing a sharp corner only meters in front of her. Her body tensed, as she applied both brakes, and managed to lean into the corner just in time, the need to keep control of her pulsing bladder suddenly the least of her worries, and as she swerved around the bend, she felt a warm wetness trickling on her inner thighs. She was on a long straight now, and although her heart was pounding like a drum after the close call, she had to look down again, and saw with dismay that the wet spot was now a patch, the size of a saucer, almost perfectly round, and standing out brightly on the bright pink lycra that covered her private area. “Ahh shitfuck” she cursed, aware that her wet pants were now quite noticeable, as well as the fact that she was now absolutely bursting for full relief. Penny leaned forward in the saddle, trying to put as much pressure on her pulsating pee hole as possible, and keep her legs closed whenever she passed someone approaching her from the front. Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment, but if she was to be honest with herself, also a rush of excitement, as her pumping legs caused her sodden bikini to rub against her vagina, which was being stimulated by the pressure of the seat, and exaggerated by every little bump she road over. The seating position seemed to work, and although she could almost feel the liquid sloshing around in her bladder, the immediate feelings of urgency abated somewhat, and although she felt bloated, her control remained intact. At least for now. The hills started to level out, for which she was immensely relieved about, as she didn’t have to stand up and pedal anymore. The path was starting to be more downhill now, as it approached her beachside coastal suburb, and from time to time she opened her legs wider going downhill, hoping the airflow would assist with the drying of her pants, at least on the legs. With her sodden bikini pressing against the crotch of her shorts, she knew that that part wouldn’t dry in a hurry. The cool rushing air felt nice blowing against her heated and wet sex, and although the clamminess remained, the contrast between hot and cool only aided her stimulation. Soon, her exit was approaching, and she slowly navigated her flash new bike off the path, and onto a side road, that led to larger road that tracked along the coastline towards her beach, and ultimately her house. “Ugh. One hill to go,” she thought, as she changed gears, and stood up on the pedals for the last big climb, now enjoying a beautiful view of the ocean to her right. Strangely enough, her bladder didn’t protest too much, and she created the big hill with relative ease, although she was a bit red faced and panting at the top. THERE! JUST AHEAD! It was the path with the steps that led to “her” beach. She was nearly there. Thirty seconds later, she had swung in and parked, hot, sweaty, and amazingly thirsty again. Feeling grateful that there was no one around, she dismounted, and examined her pants, looking at her crotch, and running a hand across her bottom. Her backside felt a bit wet, and although her inner thighs had dried, there was still an egg sized wet patch between her legs, although it didn’t appear to be noticeable while she was standing, and the relief was incredible. There was a water fountain at the top of the steps, and she hunched over, and drank deeply, the cool water feeling like an oasis sliding down the parched desert that was her throat. She felt a slight twinge in her abdomen, warning her that now she was standing, with no pressure on her pee hole, her desperation was quickly returning. As she drank, body hunched over at the waist, her feet started lifting up and down, from toe to heel and back again. It would probably be a smarter move to fill her water bottle up, and hurry down onto the beach, she decided. As she filled her bottle, some cold water splashed over her hand, and she felt that familiar loosening sensation, causing her to sharply cross her ankles, jamming her thighs together, embarrassingly aware that she was doing a potty dance in public. Penny almost waddled back to her bike, her urgency increased tenfold, and found herself unable to formulate a coherent thought. She knew she had to chain the bike up, but where the hell was the bike lock? Oh yeah. In her backpack. Taking her backpack off, she started to rummage through it, and although it didn’t contain much, only her minimal clothes, phone, towel, and flip flops, her new lock was nowhere to be seen. Groaning it frustration, she put her pack on the ground, and squatted down in front of it. Another closer inspection yielded no results, when she thought to check the seperate zip up compartment on the back. SUCCESS! There it was, and her sigh of relief quickly changed to a groan of panic, as a short jet of urine shot out, strong enough to pierce both her bikini and her shorts, making a few drops splatter onto the ground between her feet. Penny stood up quickly, grabbing herself tightly between her thighs, her hand finding a soaking warm wetness, as her legs jammed together, trapping it there. She looked around in a panic, thankfully not seeing anybody, although the houses across the road would have an unhindered view of her desperation and impending accident. She gingerly removed her now wet hand from her crotch, and tore the packaging of the lock away in a near frenzy, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and bobbing up and down on the spot, as she frantically tried to read the instructions. “For fucks sake! How freaking complicated is this?” Penny asked herself. There were intricate diagrams about exactly how and where to position it around the frame, with explicit warning about not securing it solely through a quick-release style wheel, which she vaguely remembered Steve telling her that she had. Also, the four digit code was preset to 0000, and again there were stern warnings to reset it something personal. Jesus Christ! How was she supposed do that? Again, the procedure for setting the code seemed interminably long, and she quickly gave up, when her bladder suddenly loosened once more, sending an ever stronger jet of pee into her pants. She could feel it running down her legs, and looked down in horror as she saw a small trail soak into the top of her right sock. She was past the point of no return, and could feel panic setting in. Her bladder was about to completely void itself at any moment, and she couldn’t keep riding, nor secure her bike, and there was literally nowhere to go. There was only one thing for it, she would have to carry her bike down the steps and onto the beach where she could keep an eye on it. Stuffing the stupid lock into her pack, and jamming the water bottle into its frame, she took a deep breath, and picked the bike up, putting her shoulder through the frame, and started making her way carefully down the steps, thankful that her new toy didn’t weigh very much. Halfway down, her bladder released again, and this time it was a solid stream for maybe five seconds. She clamped her left hand into her crotch, and felt the hot wetness pouring freely from her shorts, cascading down her legs, leaving drops of shame behind her. She didn’t stop her descent, or even pause, just kept going, peeing into her hand as she balanced the bike on her shoulder, praying that she wouldn’t meet anyone making their way up. Fate was on her side, and she stumbled awkwardly onto the beach without being seen, although walking in the soft sand meant she now had to use her left arm for balancing, and not gripping herself like a toddler. Instead of walking towards the water, she turned hard left, and followed the small wire fence at the base of the dunes until she was away from the path. She chose left instead of right, simply because there was nobody in that direction at all. Once she was about twenty meters up the beach, she clumsily placed the bike against a post, and with her bladder protesting even worse than before, and her entire vaginal mound quivering with desperation, she hastily kicked off her shoes, planting her neon pink ankle socks into the soft sand. That was all it took. Penny now had absolutely zero control left over her tired bladder, and she sighed with relief as a hot wetness suddenly completely enveloped her crotch, bottom, and legs. A torrent of sticky warm wetness cascaded down her thighs, turning both her socks, and the sand between them, a much darker colour than mere seconds ago. She closed her eyes and sighed. It felt soooooo good! Yes. It felt naughty, embarrassing, and wrong, but it felt good as well. Perhaps the embarrassment and naughtiness exaggerated the nice feelings? Her mind was in a whirlpool. As the wetness coated her lower half, and the pressure in her bladder eased, multiple thoughts all crashed into her mind at once. She remembered masturbating vigorously in the shower earlier today, after accidentally peeing all over the floor. Then there was the initial surprise about how nice her damp knickers felt upon leaving the bike shop. Of course she couldn’t forget about deciding to wet herself “just a little bit” at the cafe, nor how good it felt. Looking down, she saw the last few drops falling from her crotch, and how almost all of the pink lycra on her inner legs was now dark, and how her cute little sodden socks looked when she scrunched her toes into the sand. A different kind of warmth invaded her private area, and she found herself plucking absentmindedly at the dripping lycra that covered it, before coming to her senses and looking around. Maybe later, certainly not now.... Penny spread her towel out, and removed her outer clothes. Her thong bikini was completely drenched, and a bit discoloured, and she felt a stickiness inside it that wasn’t pee. She hung her shorts and socks over the little wire fence behind her bike to dry, and sat on her towel with her phone. As she uploaded pictures of her pretty little feet in the sand to Instagram, she found her heart wasn’t in it. She would have a swim, and hopefully her pants wouldn’t take long to dry. Then, she was going to go home, pee herself in the shower, and relieve some of the tension that she now felt. She took her water bottle from her bike and drank deeply. After all, she needed to keep her fluids up. arg08, mikey mike, WetNick88 and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
WetNick88 134 Posted January 18, 2020 Share Posted January 18, 2020 He’s back!! Hi Barry, well worth the wait, great chapter. Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
mikey mike 346 Posted January 18, 2020 Share Posted January 18, 2020 Totally agree with WetNick Barry; great to have this story back again and looking forward to seeing where you go from here. If anywhere of course as you did say previously that this was going to be the last chapter.... Good news also that you plan to give D&A another go. Hopefully everything will be ok Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted January 18, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 18, 2020 It’s great to see you back barry I hope you can continue your Daniel and Amy story but I am loving this story that was a fantasmic chapter Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Maniack 98 Posted January 18, 2020 Share Posted January 18, 2020 Hey, great to have you back. more content creators the better. Barry 1 Quote Link to comment
Stanley79 636 Posted September 17, 2023 Share Posted September 17, 2023 Great character! Hope she will appear in additional stories. Quote Link to comment
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