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    Gemmy got a reaction from huberp76 for a blog entry, Amy's Desperate Date   
    Her heart raced as she she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly checked herself in the mirror, making sure everything was just right. She had spent hours stressing over what to wear. Everything she chose was either too casual or too smart or didn't match. Finally she had decided on a pair of jeans and a woollen sweater. The way she had stressed over her outfit and hair anyone would think she was going somewhere fancy but she was only going to the cinema. Once she was happy she was looking okay she grabbed her bag and headed to answer the door. As she walked down the stairs her heart raced faster as she saw the outline of the guy standing outside the door through the glass. She felt really nervous all of a sudden. She had been on first dates before and had felt nervous but usually the first date she was meeting the guy for the first time and getting to know them. This was different. This wasn't just any guy. This was Jack. The guy she had wanted since she was in school. She reached the door and composed herself before opening it. She opened the door and the moment she saw his smile her nervousness vanished. It was the same smile she had spent hours staring at and thinking about all those years ago.
    “hey Amy, you ready to go”
    “yeah...err....yeah course” she cursed herself for stumbling on her words, her mind had been reduced to a horny schoolgirls as she looked at him. She shook herself back to reality and locked the door and walked down the path after Jack. He opened the door of his car for her and she got in. As she did he told her how nice she looked and she silently screamed in happiness that all the hours of stressing has paid off. He got into the drivers seat and they set off towards the cinema. As they drove along there was an awkward silence at first which she tried to think of something to say, she couldn't handle this all night. “So how have you been” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.
    “oh good thanks, yourself”
    “yeah I been alright, boring week at work really”.
    She loved how easily the awkward silence had lifted and how easy the conversation flowed between them. She was too lost in the conversation to notice that they were driving around the city ring road rather than into the city. She made a joke about the cinema being in the other direction and he laughed and said “haha we aren't going to the Odeon, the next viewing there isn't until 10:30, however there is a viewing at the Showcase at 9:00....is that okay with you Miss Sat Nav”. She giggled and said it was perfectly okay. 15 minutes later they pulled into the car park of the Showcase cinema and found a parking space. They walked in and he said he would go and get tickets. He came back a few minutes later and handed her a ticket. She was getting excited now. They were going to see the final Hobbit film. She had seen the first two and had been looking forward to seeing the last one. When he had suggested going to the cinema and he has mentioned the new hobbit film she had almost screamed yes at him. They went upstairs and joined the queue for food counter.
    “what do you want Amy”
    “I'm just going to get a drink and some popcorn....anyway I should be asking what you want, you bought the tickets so I will buy drinks and snacks” She replied.
    “no you won't, I have brought you out on a date therefore I am paying”. She went to protest but he glared at her and said “Amy Stephenson.....don't you dare argue with me or you won't see the Hobbit, I will just take you home”. She giggled and put her hands up in surrender. “do you want to get a big bucket to share” he asked. She nodded in agreement. They reached the front of the queue and he ordered a big bucket of popcorn and asked what drink she would like. She asked if she could get a large lemonade. He gave the order to the girl behind the counter and she said for only 20p more both drinks could be upgraded to xtra large”. She said just a large was fine but he persauded her to go xtra large. After many “go on's” from Jack she gave in and said she would have an xtra large. He said okay and paid. He handed her Amy her drink and she was amazed at just how big xtra large was. They went into the screen and found seats. The film had been out a few weeks so it was reasonably quiet and they chose seats in the middle of the back row. They chatted as the adverts played and as was customary every time she came to the cinema she had drunk most of her drink by the time the lights went down and the trailers started. By the time the trailers finished and the film started it was mostly gone. She checked the film stats out of interest to see how long it was. She expected it to be long and wasn't shocked when she saw it was 2 and a half hours long.
    As time passed the lemonade she had drunk was working its way through to her bladder and she could feel it filling up. It kept on filling and she was starting to get desperate. She checked her watch. She estimated roughly 20 minutes left. She wasn't bothered she would be able to hold it no problem. Those 20 minutes passed and her bladder continued to fill and swell. By the time the movie finished and the credits started rolling she was busting for a pee. After everyone else had left they stood up and walked down the stairs. Now that she was moving her need didn't seem as bad. They walked out into the foyer and she looked at the toilets. She considered using them but Jack kept on walking and she didn't want to admit her need to him. She wasn't too bothered, she would be able to hold it till Jack dropped her home. They walked across to his car and got in. As they pulled out of the cinema car park he asked if she wanted anything to eat. She said she was fine and he said “well I'm starving, do you mind if we call at the drive thru on the way back”. She said it was fine and they drove a little down the road and pulled into Mc'donalds drive thru. She looked at the notices as they drove in and saw they were doing an aero mc flurry and asked if she could get one. He pulled up at the speaker and put his order in. He then drove round and paid and then pulled up at the collect window. A girl handed him his order and he asked Amy if she could grab it. She took it and put it on her knee as he pulled round into a parking space. He took his items leaving Amy's mc flurry and a drink. She thought it was his until she saw he already had one. She asked what it was and he said “oh I got you a drink as well....lemonade”.
    “oh right...thanks” she said smiling, although as she looked it her thoughts returned to her bladder. She didn't want to seem rude so she started drinking it. They chatted whilst they ate and after nicking a couple of fries she was glad she had a drink, they were so salty. She finished her drink and put her rubbish into the bag. When he finished he walked over to the bin and deposited the rubbish. He got back in the car and they set off. As they drove along she started to regret drinking the lemonade. It was filtering into her already full bladder making her really desperate to pee. She shifted in her seat and couldn't help fidgeting. He asked if she was okay and she said she was fine. She really didn't want to admit to him that she was desperate for a pee. 5 minutes passed and she was getting more and more desperate by the second. Suddenly he touched her arm and asked “Amy...are you okay, you have gone really quiet and you seem to be fidgeting about like you are uncomfortable or something”. She looked at him and sheepishly said “yeah....yeah I'm fine...I just....erm.....need to pee, all that lemonade is making itself known”. She giggled nervously and he said “oh....erm....are you going to be okay, like....how bad is it”.
    She couldn't believe she was talking to him about this. She said “erm....quite bad, im getting pretty desperate....but I will be okay, don't worry, we aren't that far from home”. He looked at her and nodded. She thought she saw a smile on his face but when she looked back he was just concentrating on driving. She concentrated on her bladder. It was now reaching bursting point and she felt like she was going to wet herself. She could hold it until she got home....she had to, she couldn't wet herself in front of Jack....not again. As she thought about how mortifying it would be to have an accident in front of him again her mind suddenly remembered something. The last time she had wet herself in front of him she had been embarrassed but then he had said something, something that had stuck with her. Four little words that had racked around in her mind. He had said “that was so sexy”. She had wondered what he had meant by that. Was the fact she had wet herself sexy? Was it just because it was her? Was he into seeing people do that kind of thing? All these questions had filled her head and drove her crazy. She had decided that it was just a passing comment and it was just because he was drunk and it was her. Although....she had just caught him looking at her legs which were jiggling in desperation. He kept glancing at her bouncing and wiggling. She could swear she kept him seeing him smiling slyly to himself. What if he did like seeing her like this? She suddenly had a thought. He was the one who had insisted she have an xtra large drink....he was the one who had bought her another drink at the drive thru. Was he trying to get her desperate. Her mind was swimming with questions and theories. She had to know for sure.
    “can you hurry up Jack, I really really do need to pee” She said this and placed her hands in her crotch. She wanted to gauge his reaction. He looked at her and replied “oh yeah, don't worry”. She tried a few more things but he really didn't seem interested and just seemed concerned for her. She moaned as a wave of desperation washed over her and she pressed into her crotch. She was now absolutely bursting and needed to pee soon. They were only 10 minutes from her house....she had to hold on, she used to everything she had to hold it back. As they got nearer she suddenly felt her knickers dampen as it began to trickle out of her pee hole. She moaned as it continued trickling out in little drips. Suddenly and without warning a leak escaped into her knickers. She gasped out and Jack looked at her. “whats up...Amy?, you ok?”.
    “I can't hold it much longer Jack, I don't think I can make it home, you need to stop somewhere”. She said to him in utter desperation.
    “erm....yeah ok erm....i was going to get petrol after I dropped you off but I can go their first, they have a bathroom there don't they?”.
    “I think so” she replied. They drove along and with each passing second she felt like she was about to completely lose control. She no longer cared about being dignified in front of Jack. She was bouncing and grabbing herself desperately trying to stop the leaks. They pulled into the forecourt of the petrol station and pulled up next to the pump. She got out of the car and stopped dead as she felt like she was going to lose it. She crossed her legs and held herself tight. She managed to gain control and hurried across towards the shop. She dashed inside and headed towards the back where the toilet was. With each step she took she felt little trickles dripping into her knickers. Her bladder was pushing down hard on her pee hole. She ran towards the toilet door and grabbed the handle and pushed. She collided with the door. She tried the handle rapidly urging it to open. She grabbed herself, cursing whoever was in there. Then she noticed the sign.
    “Between the hours of 11pm and 8am this toilet will be locked, please ask attendant for key”
    She moaned and turned round and headed for the counter. There was a guy stood paying for his petrol. She stood behind him and grabbed herself, pee dancing on the spot. She felt her knickers getting wetter as leaks escaped past her aching pee hole. She felt her fingers dampen and realised it must have soaked through to her jeans. They guy finished up and left. She leant on the counter and asked for the key to the bathroom. The guy looked behind the counter and said “i know its here somewhere”.
    “oh god please hurry, I have to pee so bad” she said, pleading with him. He handed over a small key on a chain and she took it shouting thank you as she dashed back to to the toilet. She reached the door dancing uncontrollably, urging her bladder to hold just a bit more. She fumbled with the key, her hands shaking in desperation. The key slid in and just as she turned it and unlocked the door a huge wave of desperation flooded her body causing her to lose control for a moment. Pee gushed into her knickers and ran down her legs. She grabbed herself tight stemming the flow. She dashed inside and slammed the door behind her. She fumbled with her belt as spurts shot into her knickers. She was literally wetting herself inches from the toilet. She couldn't believe it. She managed to get her jeans undone and quickly pulled them down and pulled her knickers down. The moment her knickers were out of the way her bladder let go. Pee came gushing out and she quickly moved back and sat on the toilet. A huge wave of relief washed over her as her bladder emptied in a poweful stream into the toilet. She let out a sigh and enjoyed the wonderful feeling.
    When she finished peeing she stood up and examined the damage. Her knickers were soaked and her jeans had wet streaks running down the legs. There was no way she could hide it from Jack. She dried them as best she could and went outside. She walked to the counter and saw Jack standing there paying for his petrol. She slid the key across the counter and the guy thanked her. She then walked outside and stood next to the car. Jack came out and looked at her and asked why she was stood out in the cold. She felt so embarrassed. She told him her jeans were a little wet and she didn't want to get in the car with them. He looked at her and said “why are they wet, what did....oh”. A look of realisation spread across his face as he understood why they were wet. He said it was okay and told her to get in. She got in and looked out of the window. She couldn't look at him. She wondered why they weren't setting off and turned round to find Jack staring at the wet streaks on her jeans. “JACK” she said suddenly bringing him back to reality.
    “what....yeah....sorry....erm.....right lets get you home”.
    They pulled out of the petrol station and set off down the road. Everytime she looked round at him he was glancing at her legs. By the time they pulled up outside her house it was driving her mad. She needed to know once and for all.
    “Jack?....why do you keep staring at my legs? She asked him.
    “I..i....i'm sorry, I can't help it”
    “why, what's so fascinating about my legs”.
    “nothing....no no....just.....erm......”
    “and last week after I wet myself you said “it was so sexy” what did that mean?
    “erm.....its just that I....well I erm......Look Amy, I like you....a lot, okay, and I don't want to weird you out and ruin this”.
    “how would you weird me out” she asked, thinking she now knew the answer”
    “the reason I said it was sexy and the reason I keep looking at your legs, some people find it weird and I don't want one of them to be you”.
    She felt sorry for him, he was obviously embarrassed about telling her, and if it was what she thought it was she would find him anything but weird. She placed a hand on his leg and said “Jack, I want the truth, is the reason that you find, people being desperate or people wetting themselves attractive....a turn on if you will”.
    He looked at her and sighed and said “okay, Yes....yes, I find it attractive, I don't know why, I just do, there is something so beautiful about a women when she needs to pee.....see I told you it was weird”. She laughed. He looked at her in shock and said “oh well thanks, thanks for being understanding”. She couldn't say anything. She just leant forward and kissed him. They kissed long and hard before breaking apart. He looked at her and said “what...why did you do that”.
    She smiled at him and said “oh Jack, there is something you need to know about me, something im sure you will like”
    To Be Continued......
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    Gemmy got a reaction from knarf11 for a blog entry, A Day at the Races   
    She stood in front of the mirror watching the water drip off her hair and run down her body. She grabbed the towel off her bed and rubbed it through her hair to remove the excess water. Once she had got as much as she could with the towel she grabbed her hair dryer and went to work, running her fingers through her hair as the warm air dried it She finished drying it and threw the hair dryer on the bed and turned back to the mirror. She curled her fingers under the knot she had put in her towel and loosened it letting it fall to the floor. Her eyes ran over her wet glistening body. She often did this, she loved admiring herself in the mirror, especially when she was masturbating, she loved nothing better than playing with herself whilst watching her reflection. She could see why people were often envious of her, she didn't have a perfect body....far from it, there were plenty things she would change but people often said they wish they had her body. They hated the fact that she could eat like a horse and do no exercise whatsoever but managed to keep her figure. She ran the towel over her body, shuddering as she ran it between her legs.
    She finished drying off and threw the towel onto the bed and walked over to her drawers. She picked out a pair of lacy pink knickers and matching bra and put them on. She then grabbed a pair of black sheer stockings and slowly rolled them up her legs. She opened her cupboard and looked at the clothes hanging there. She wasn't a girly girl and had never been one for having a mass of clothes. Today she needed something smart and fancy. She was going to the racetrack. Every year her company hired the race track out and held a race day for its employees as a bonus treat. More as a treat for the sales and manufacturing departments, however the other departments were invited. Her department was small and of the 6 people she worked with only one of them was going. This is why she enjoyed the event. She could enjoy a day out without having to socialise with her immediate colleagues. She could tolerate them at work but the idea of being social with them outside work was something she did not find appealing. This meant that all the people attending she would know from within the company but not personally so she could just make small talk and keep to herself and enjoy the races and free drinks.
    She flicked through the hangers and settled on a white summer dress with a red bow round the waist. She put it on then admired her ensemble in the mirror. It was perfect, smart enough for the setting but not too smart that she looked like she was attending Royal Ascot. She pictured herself in some designer dress with some outrageous over the top hat and giggled. She put her stuff in her bag and and slipped on a pair of black heels and went downstairs. She went outside and jumped in her car. She checked herself in the mirror and when she was happy she looked okay she set off. It wasn't too far to go and ten minutes later she pulled into the car park of the race track and found a space. She got out and walked across to the entrance where she was greeted by a crowd she knew from the IT department. She went inside and walked into the bar area. A waiter walked towards her and offered her a glass of champagne. She went to take one then remembered she was driving. Her mind darted back to the night she was pulled outside her house for suspected drink driving and had to give a breath sample. She pulled her hand away declined. She walked over to the bar and stood waiting to be served. As she was stood waiting she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned round and found the Chairman of the company standing behind her. “Good Afternoon Sir” she said smiling at him. He shook his hand and said “please, we are not at work today, call me Neil....and you are....Miss Stephenson right?”.
    “Yes that's me, but we aren't at work so please call me Amy” she said. He laughed and said “well I hope you enjoy yourself today Amy, the races will be starting shortly, if you would like to place a bet go and see James and he will give you some pre paid tokens”.
    “Thank you, I'll make sure to go see him” she said. She shook his hand and he wandered off into the crowd. She got a lemonade and mingled into the crowd speaking to people she recognised. She saw a guy standing at a table with a board full of betting odds behind him. She walked over and asked if he was James. He smiled and said “aye that would be me”.
    “Neil said to come to you to get some tokens to bet on the races”.
    “yeah that's me, James the token man....I just need your name please”.
    “Amy Stephenson” she replied. He flicked down his clipboard and said “ahhh yeah, there you are, Amy Stephenson, Marketing Department, not many from your lot here today, I've had Susan sign in, she is here somewhere, anyway here are your tokens. She held out her hand and he gave her a pile of tokens. She slipped them into her handbag and signed her name. She glanced at the race schedule on the boards, debating which race to bet on. She put a bet on the second race and then she found the perfect horse for her, she glanced round the races and saw he was running in a number of races and decided to put all her tokens on him. It didn't matter if she won or not, this horse was perfect her. “James, can I put a bet on every race with Golden Rain”. He nodded and took her tokens and set about printing her betting slips. Golden Rain, she laughed. Only recently she had discovered she enjoyed being extremely desperate to pee and eventually wet herself. A couple of weeks ago she had accidentally wet herself in front of people on a bus and had found afterwards she enjoyed the thrill of being seen. Now she had a horse named after her new found love. He handed her the tickets and she walked out onto the terrace. She watched the horses been led up and down the track by their jockeys. She looked around for her horse and found it near the back of the group.
    As she watched Golden Rain walking up and down the track she heard “heya Amy, you alright”. She looked round and found Susan sitting next to her. “yeah I'm okay thanks, yourself?
    “I'm fine thanks, just thought i'd pop over and say hi, you on your own....you can come join me and my husband if you want”.
    “No thanks, I'm okay”. She really did not want to spend the afternoon with Susan.
    “well if you change your mind we are just over there, see you later”.
    She sighed in relief as Susan walked away. There was an announcement saying that the races were about to commence. She checked the program, her horse wasn't in the first race. The horses lined up in the gates, the claxon went and they were off. She cheered on with the rest of the crowd. The second race lined up to start. She checked her ticket, this race she had betted on, she had bet on number 6, Stardust. The gates opened and she cheered on as Stardust thundered down the track. She cheered as he came in second place. She should really watch racing on TV, she loved it. She went in to the bar and got a big bottle of water so she wouldn't have to make multiple trips.
    Three hours passed and the races stopped for an interval to give people chance to cash in their bets or put on new ones. She had finished her bottle of water and decided that whilst everyone was putting on bets she would take advantage of the lack of people at the bar. She got another bottle of water and some crisps and went back outside and made small talk with people until the races started up again. She was loving it, cheering on Golden Rain when he was racing, then in one of his races he won and she jumped up cheering. As she stopped jumping around and sat down she noticed her bladder was getting quite full. She ignored it and focused on the next race. An hour or so later she couldn't ignore it any longer. All the water she had drank had gone right through her and filled her bladder. She was wiggling and squirming as she stood watching the races. At least everyone around her was jumping around and cheering so she didn't stand out. She finished off her bottle of water and the pressure on her bladder seemed to increase dramatically. She squeezed her thighs together and crossed her legs. 15 minutes later the pressure in her bladder was so hard and she was busting for a pee. She was enjoying the feeling of her full bladder but she knew she better be careful. She loved being desperate in public. Over the past couple of weeks she had been really desperate whilst out in public and loved people knowing that she really had to pee. But she hadn't had the never to wet herself whilst in public. She wanted to as she loved the feeling it gave her when she accidentally did it but she couldn't muster up the nerve. She definitely didn't want to get too desperate today, not in front of her work colleagues. Her bladder was pushing down on her pee hole making her want to wee so bad. She decided it would be best to go and use the bathroom, she could always get desperate when she got home and enjoy it there. The next race was about to begin and she looked at the program. Golden Rain wasn't in this race....but he was in the next one. She wanted to see that race and decided to wait until that race had done, then she would have to go for a pee.
    She squirmed her way through the next two races, her bladder pushing down hard on her pee hole, the water trying to escape. The race finished and she knew she had to go and pee, if she didn't go now she would get extremely desperate and might risk another accident. She made her through the crowd and set off towards where the toilets were.
    As she came round the corner the toilets were in front of her....with queues for both. She hadn't expected them to be so busy, not whilst the races were on. But then she thought about all the free drinks and figured it was to be expected. She joined the back of the ladies line which was about 13 people strong. She wasn't bothered, she could hold it for a bit yet, she had gotten better at holding over the past few weeks. She leant on the wall and looked up the line. There were a few legs tapping and a few wiggles going on and she wondered just how desperate some of them where. She looked over at the mens line which was shorter than the ladies but was constantly flowing with traffic. This was usual, there were just as many men using the toilets but they were quicker so the line moved faster for them. She was brought out of her thoughts by a sudden “OH HECK”. She looked round and saw a girl had just walked round the corner and was walking towards her. The girl joined the line behind her and repeated “OH HECK.....OH HECK”.
    Amy looked at the girl and said “you ok?”
    The girl looked at Amy and said “yeah its just, i've had a lot to drink and I kept putting off coming to the toilet cos I was enjoying the races but it just got to the point where I was absolutely busting for a wee so I dashed over here....i didn't think there would be a line though”.
    Amy nodded and said “yeah, I didn't think there would be a line either”.
    The girl crossed her legs and leant on the wall. “I thought there would be a couple of people of waiting, but not this many, if I knew there was so many I would have come sooner cos I have to go so bad”.
    “so do I”, replied Amy. She looked at the girl, she knew her face but couldn't place her name. She had seen her in the building before. Then it hit her, she was a trainee in the sales department. She had been given a tour when she first started and had been introduced to her, but what was her name.
    “erm....you okay”. Amy suddenly realised she was staring at the girl. “yeah, sorry about that, I was trying to figure out where I know you from, you work in sales right?”
    “yeah, I'm training at the moment, I'm Megan”.
    Megan!!! that was it, she remembered now. Before she could say anything she continued “and you are Amy right?”. Amy nodded and Megan said “i remember meeting you on my first day, nice to meet you again”. She held out her hand and Amy shook it. “same to you”. They exchanged small talk about the company and how she was finding the work. The line slowly moved forward. Suddenly Megan gasped and said “oh god this line is moving too slow, I really have to pee”.
    Amy said “so do I, im starting to get really desperate”.
    “i'm already there”, replied Megan. I was bursting when I first got here, now I'm almost wetting myself, this line needs to hurry up”.
    Something about her words excited Amy. She couldn't pin point what it was but her pussy had tingled when she had heard Megan say those things. She looked down at Megans hands in her crotch, dancing from foot to foot, hearing her ooooo's and aaaaaaah's. The more she looked the more excited she got, she felt her pussy get wet and damped her knickers. She resolved that not only did the feeling of being desperate excite her, knowing that someone else was desperate must have the same effect. The line moved down a couple more people and now Megan was doing a full blown pee dance.
    “oh god I'm so close to wetting myself, i've never had to pee so bad before”. Cried Megan. Amy looked down the line and saw there were now four people ahead of her. Her own bladder was now feeling the strain and she too felt like she was about to wet her knickers. “you can do it, just concentrate on something else” said Amy.
    “if I concentrate on something else I will explode” replied Megan “concentrating is the only thing stopping me from wetting myself”.
    Amy felt her pussy drip with desire, knowing this girl was on the verge of having an accident was turning her on so much. She felt sorry for her but the feeling of excitement was drowning that. Suddenly Megan gasped and looked horrified.
    “what's wrong” asked Amy.
    “some just leaked out, I can't hold it much longer”. Amy put her hand on her shoulder and said “you can, you are almost there, you can go ahead of me”.
    “oh god thankyou” she said as she moved in front of Amy. Now there were only two people in front of her. She was stood doing the amazing pee dance Amy had ever seen. Her pussy was screaming at her for attention. Her pee hole was trembling under the pressure of her bladder. Her entire body was alive with excitement. The line moved down again. Now only one person was in front of Megan. She gasped again and jammed her hand into her crotch. She looked at Amy almost crying. “some more leaked out, I don't know if I can wait”
    “you can” said Amy, thinking about her own bladder, she knew she could wait for two more people but not much longer. The woman at the front of the line went into the toilet leaving Megan stood at the door dancing around like mad. Suddenly she gasped loudly and Amy saw a streak of pee running down Megan's tights. Then another followed.....and another. The streaks snaked down her legs to the floor. She whimpered in desperation and said “i can't stop it”. She banged on the door and told the woman to hurry up. A huge spurt suddenly shot out from under her dress onto the floor. She began to cry as she slowly lost control. Amy felt sorry for the poor girl. She could hear shocked voices around her as people started to notice this poor girl having an accident. Then she felt something....this was it. She wanted to pee in front of a huge crowd, this was her opportunity, not only would she fulfill her fantasy, she would take the focus purely of Megan. A voice in her head told her not to, she worked with these people....who cares, she hardly ever saw them.....but word will spread round the office.....i don't care. The battle went on in her head. By now Megan was gone, she had lost control and despite her trying to stop it she was wetting herself slowly but surely.
    Amy looked at Megan and then she knew. As she looked at the horrified look on the poor girls face she knew she had to do it. She relaxed her muscles slightly which caused the pressure on her bladder to intensify and push down hard on her peehole. She felt the pee thundering down towards her pee hole, she likened it to Golden Rain thundering down the track and her pee hole was the finishing post. It hit her pee hole and she didn't try to stop it. Her pee burst out of her pee hole and sprayed into her knickers. It ran down her legs, leaving streaks on her stockings. It sprayed onto the floor, splashing on the concrete. She sighed in relief as the pressure lifted off of her bladder. She looked round at the people looking at her in shock and she felt incredibly horny. She turned to look at Megan who was staring at her in disbelief. Eventually the flow stopped and the last few drops squeezed out into her knickers. She looked at Megan and said “come on”.
    As they walked past the crowd they got a few stares and shocked tones but she didn't care. The more people looked at her the more naughty she felt. She took Megan out of the track to her car. She told Megan not to worry about what had happened and that it happened it to everyone. She pointed to her pee soaked stockings to prove her point. Megan smiled and thanked her. Amy peeled off her stockings and chucked them in her car. She suggested Megan do the same. At first she seemed reluctant and didn't want to return to the track, she wanted to go home. Amy sat her down and told her that if she went home people would talk about her, whereas if she showed a strong front they would see that it hadn't bothered her and would drop it and if they didn't they would have her to answer to. Megan laughed and thanked her. She took off her wet tights and put them in the car and they went back inside. She could see people staring and when they sat down Megan said she felt uncomfortable with people staring. Amy reassured her that it wouldn't last.
    “people might talk about it on Monday but then it will trail off and there will be a new topic, anyway you aren't alone, I'm in the frame too”. Megan seemed happier and they enjoyed the races together. Later on they laid on a dinner for everyone then there was a disco afterwards. As the night wore on Amy felt tired and decided to head home, she went round and said her goodbyes. When she got to Megan she asked how she waas getting home. Megan said she was getting the bus. Amy offered her a lift and she accepted the offer. As they were driving along Megan said “i'm not looking forward to work on Monday. Amy laughed and said I don't think you need to worry”.
    “you don't” replied Megan.
    “did you not your boss drunk on the dance floor”.
    “no” said Megan.
    “well lets just say it wasn't pretty, I think your department will be talking about that for a while” said Amy laughing.
    She dropped Megan off and then drove home. When she arrived home her bladder had filled up again since she had pee'd earlier. She made herself a cup of tea and drank it whilst watching tv. She let her bladder fill up and soon she was sat on the sofa squirming around on the verge of wetting her knickers a second time. Her mind played back the image of Megan stood pee dancing and slowly losing control. Her hand creeped up her skirt and found her throbbing clit. She rubbed it through her damp knickers as she thought about Megan losing control.....all those people watching her pee herself, all the people who knew she was a naughty girl. Before she could stop it her body exploded in orgsam which caused her pee hole to burst open. She could only lay there shaking as her body was filled with orgasmic pleasure and her bladder released into her knickers and all over the floor.
    She had finally done it in front of a crowd, her mind raced as she thought up what naughty adventure she could have next......
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    Gemmy got a reaction from animefreak256 for a blog entry, Amy's Wet Morning   
    As she awoke the sound of people chatting filled her ears. She slowly opened her eyes allowing them to adjust to the light. She looked towards the open window and realised who ever was chatting were outside. She listened to their conversation getting quieter as they walked down the street until all she could hear was the soft breathing behind her. She glanced over at the clock next to the bed, smiling when she saw it was only half past 8. As she moved back under the duvet she felt his arm snaked across her and she felt a rush of happiness flood through her. She rolled over and snuggled into him. The past couple of weeks had been the happiest of her life. For the first time in years she had a boyfriend. After dating many many terrible guys she had given up on relationships but now she had found the perfect guy. Not only was he everything she wanted in a boyfriend he also had something special which made her love him more. She had recently discovered her fetish for holding her pee and making herself desperate and the feeling of wetting herself. At first it had freaked her out but once she had found out many other people enjoy the same thing she learned to love it and began experimenting. She had found that it turned her on more than anything else. After accidentally wetting herself.....twice....in front of Jack she had discovered that he shared the same fetish. Unlike her he had had the fetish all his life. She laughed to herself as she thought back to when he had told her and he had been all embarrassed about it. His face when she told him she liked being desperate and wetting herself was priceless. The night she told him they stayed up for hours talking about it and learning about each others likes and interests. Over the past couple of weeks she had fulfilled a couple of his fantasies. He had never had a woman be desperate and holding on purpose in front of him so she had done that which he thoroughly enjoyed. He had also always wanted to be in control of someone's desperation which she obliged and let him decide how long she had to hold it. At first it was strange for her but she enjoyed his dominance over her and she loved every second of it.
    She suddenly noticed her bladder. All the thoughts of being desperate and peeing had set her bladder off. It was quite full as per usual when she woke up. She remembered how she used to wake up busting for a pee and would run to the bathroom. Now she loved laying in bed squirming and holding herself until she literally couldn't hold it anymore and then dashed off to pee. She slid her hand between her legs and held herself as she gently wiggled. She laid for fifteen minutes enjoying the feeling of her bladder swelling. Suddenly his arm pulled her close and he whispered good morning. She turned round and found Jack looking at her smiling. She said good morning and leaned in and kissed him. They laid for a while chatting, deciding what their plans for the day were. All the while her bladder continued to fill. A wave of desperation washed over her and she felt her fingers dampen as a trickle of pee escaped her pee hole and dampened her knickers. She moaned softly and decided to go and relieve her aching bladder. She swung her legs over the edge and went to stand up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bed as he said “mmmm don't get up yet, lets lay here for a while”.
    She giggled and said “we can lay here all day if you want but right now I have to pee”. She went to stand up again but his hand stayed gripped on her arm. “All the more reason to stay” he said. She decided she could hold a bit longer and got back into bed. He slowly ran his hand across her stomach making her wince as his fingers traced over her bulging bladder. She put her hand back between her legs and began squirming. She moaned and said how badly she needed to wee. Partly because it was true but mostly because she knew it was turning him on. He pulled back the duvet and looked at her half naked body squirming around in desperation. He smiled and made a kiss action as he looked up and down her. She felt herself dampen with arousal as she felt his eyes on her body. Her arousal only intensified when she saw she wasn't the only one with a bulge. As the time passed she got more and more desperate. She started leaking and desperately needed to dash and relieve herself. She begged him to let her go before she wet herself. He just shook his head. She told him she would pee in the shower and he could watch but again he shook his head. He smiled and said “I want you to do it here”. She looked at him shocked. “I...I ….I can't do it here, not in your bed”. He laughed and said “you won't have much choice cos im not letting you go”. The sudden dominance in his voice made her pussy quiver with excitement. She loved that he was making her hold on but she really didn't want to pee all over his bed. She moaned as she suddenly spurted into her knickers. She told him she was starting to wet herself and was about to have an accident. He winked at her and said “is that so, let me see”. She looked at him confused as to what he meant then moaned out as his hand slid down and felt her knickers. She flooded with embarrassment. He was touching her pee soaked knickers and she suddenly felt really embarrassed about it, yet at the same time incredibly turned on. He ran his fingers up her knickers and said “hmmm, i'm not sure this all pee is it Amy”. She felt her cheeks burn red as he said this. He laughed and said “i had better investigate”.
    Before she could say anything his hand slid into her knickers and his fingers ran up her slit. She moaned and squirmed at his touch. He smiled at the response and began to gently stroke her pussy. She laid back moaning as his strokes over her lips and clit sent pleasure rushing through her. The feeling of her bursting bladder coupled with the pleasure he was giving had her on the edge of orgasm in no time at all. Each time a wave of pleasure hit her she spurted pee onto his fingers. The first few times she had been so embarrassed and was worried he would find it gross or something but he didn't and she laid back and let it happen. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She was stuck, she knew if she came she would lose control and pee all over his bed but at the same time she didn't want him to stop. Suddenly he pushed down on her bladder making her squirt pee out of her pee hole. She squealed and screamed “noooo, if you do that I will pee myself”. He looked at her and said “in that case” and pushed down again. He told her to let go. She couldn't hold it any longer and started to pee. As the pee rushed out of her pee hole he continued rubbing her clit. The pleasure went into overload and she screamed out “OH GOD JACK MAKE ME CUM”. She shocked herself. She had no idea where that had come from. He must bring out her dirty side. He rubbed faster and her back arched as she exploded in orgasm. She laid back as the feeling washed over her. The feeling of pleasure ripping through her as she pee'd everywhere was a feeling like none she had felt before.
    Eventually the orgasm died down and her bladder finished emptying. She laid back panting as aftershocks hit her. As she laid back she felt wet and realised her pee puddle had spread up the sheets and was now under her back. It felt so nice and warm and she wriggled around in it. Jack laid down next to her and kissed her long and hard. She had felt embarrassed before about spurting on his fingers. Now he was laid in a puddle of her pee and she had never been more turned on in her life. After laying for a while they went and shared a hot steamy shower together and as she was drying off he pulled the sheets off the bed and she noticed something over the mattress. She walked over and felt it. It was like a plastic cover. She asked what it was and he said “oh erm....its a hard plastic cover I put on, I used to have a soft one but it would rustle and scrunch up, this one is better”. She looked puzzled and said “OK, but why do you have a plastic cover”. He looked nervously and said “well kind of for this reason, I enjoy wetting the bed occasionally and this protects the mattress”. She laughed and said “I might have to get one for my bed, after all, I want you to do that to me again and my mattress needs protecting too, but for now lets test this one again” She said winking as she dropped her towel......
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    Gemmy got a reaction from pguy69 for a blog entry, Broken Breathalyzer   
    She stared at the red light and then at the completely empty road in front of her. She could never understand why the traffic lights were always red when there was no other vehicle in sight. All she knew was she wanted to get home. It had been a long stressful week at work and she was looking forward to the weekend. She would have been home hours ago but her colleagues had decided to go to the pub and unwind and had invited her along. She would have normally declined the offer but with the week she had had she felt like she could do with a couple of drinks to relax, and it had done the trick, a nice pub lunch and a few drinks had made her feel a lot better and now all she could think about was getting home, getting out of her work clothes and sinking into a nice bubble bath and letting her cares drift away.
    The light turned green and she pulled off and drove up the main road through the city. Before long she came to yet another red light. She cursed under her breath and brought the car to a stop. Not only was she looking forward to getting home and relaxing she was starting to need to pee. She shifted in her seat thinking back to the moment she decided to forgo using the toilets at the pub and thinking now that might have been a mistake. She hated using the toilets whilst out drinking, not because she disliked them but from past experience she knew once she broke the seal she would be peeing all night so even if she had pee'd before she left she would still have needed to pee when she got home. Luckily she wasn't too desperate but it was another 10 minutes before she would get home and the way her bladder felt she knew it would fill up pretty fast. The bottle of wine she had drunk would find its way there before long. Finally the light turned green and she set off, at least no she was out of the city and shouldn't have any more hold ups. As she drove along her bladder filled up and before she long she was feeling an ever increasing need to empty her bladder. By the time she pulled onto the end of her street she was busting and was dreaming about getting to the bathroom and releasing the contents of her bladder. She pulled up outside her house and killed the engine. Just as she was sorting her belongings into her bag there was a bright blue flash. She looked in the rear view mirror and saw a black BMW with flashing blue lights in the grill. She wasn't sure what it was doing but she honestly didn't care, she was finally home. She stepped out of the car and as she did a voice said “excuse me ma'am, stay where you are”. She looked round and saw a police officer walking towards her.
    “Can I help you” she asked him quizzically.
    “We have had an anonymous tip off that you may be driving this vehicle whilst under the influence of alcohol so I just need to ask you a few questions, come and sit in the back seat of my car”.
    She thought about protesting but decided just to get it over with. After all she hadn't had that much to drink and knew that if she had to blow into the machine thing that coppers use that she wouldn't likely be over the limit. She walked over to the back door of the BMW that he was holding open for her and she slid in to the back seat. He walked round the car and got into the drivers seat and swung round in his seat to face her. “This is just a routine stop” he informed her “we got a call saying the occupant of this car was seen drinking in the Black Bull pub on New street and then seen to get in the vehicle and drive off. We just need to follow up on that call and ask you a few questions. She acknowledged him to say she understood and her mind drifted, thinking who could have possibly made that call, one of her colleagues, someone in the pub, someone in the street?. Either way it didn't matter, she was confident she would pass the breath test and everything else would check out.
    “first off I need your name” he asked her.
    “Amy Stephenson”
    “do you have any ID Amy?”.
    She reached into her handbag and pulled out her driving license passing it to him. He checked the details and passed it back happy she was telling the truth.
    “Is that your car”. He enquired. She said it was and he asked if it was insured which she said it was. He turned to the front and radioed for a vehicle check and read out the registration number. As he was waiting for the results to come back and there was silence she suddenly had nothing else to concentrate on but her now really full bladder. She squeezed her legs together. Jiggling them slightly as her bladder pushed down on her pee hole trying to make it open. She heard the results coming back on the radio and urged the process to hurry up so she could just go inside and use the bathroom.
    “Everything checks out with the vehicle Miss Stephenson, now I just need to ask you a few questions, have you consumed any alcohol this evening?”
    “erm...yeah, I went out after work and had a couple of drinks”.
    “how much did you have to drink?”
    “A couple of glasses wine” she replied, and boy did she know it, she could feel the wine pressing against her pee hole with increasing pressure.
    “and how long ago did you last consume alcohol”
    “about half and hour ago”.
    “Okay, I just need you to provide a sample of breath to determine the amount of alcohol in your bloodstream, if you refuse or fail to provide a sample you will be arrested and taken to the station to provide a sample, do you understand”.
    “I do, and im happy to provide a sample” she replied.
    He reached under the seat and pulled out the machine which she recognised as a breathalyser. He fitted the mouth piece to the machine and then went silent for a moment. She took the opportunity whilst he wasn't looking to squirm around in her seat. Her bladder was getting really full and desperately wanted to be emptied, which if she didn't allow it to soon it would happen involuntarily. Still at least once she had provided a sample of breath and had a lecture she would be able to do just that. He turned round and she stopped squirming. “I'm afraid something seems to be wrong with the machine”.
    “what does that mean” she asked.
    “It means that we won't be able to use it to take your breath sample, which means we can either go down to the station and use the machine there or I can radio and get a nearby unit to come and bring their machine, which I'm sure you would prefer the latter” and with that he got on the radio and asked who was the nearest unit. She zoned out from what he was saying as she had gone back to concentrating on keeping control of her bladder. She hoped another unit was close by and wouldn't take long to get here as with each passing minute the chances of her having an accident were getting more real. She could comfortably hold on for a bit longer but soon she knew it would start getting harder to keep control.
    “Amy....a unit is on the way and bringing their machine, they should be here in about 10 minutes”.
    She said “okay that's fine” but her mind was saying “oh god 10 minutes, come on you can do it, just keep holding a bit longer”. 5 minutes passed and she was starting to get worried, she felt on the verge of wetting herself, a feeling she hadn't felt for years. What would happen if she did wet herself, besides it being utterly embarrassing she had no idea what would happen to her if she did pee in the back of the car, would it be considered damage of property? would she be arrested? She really didn't want to find out.
    “excuse me....how long do you think they will be?”
    “not long now, a couple of minutes, why, you in a rush” he joked.
    “kind of, its just I....i kind of need to......i really need a pee”
    “oh....well like I said it shouldn't be too long now”
    “is there any way I could go use the bathroom in my house, it will only take a couple of minutes”
    “unfortunately I can't, if you were to leave now it would be looked up on that you were refusing to give a sample of breath and I would have to arrest you so you will just have to sit tight for a few minutes”.
    Easy for you to say she thought to herself, he wasn't the one on the verge of having a huge pee accident. She squirmed around like mad and suddenly she felt a little drip escape past her pee hole and dampen the crotch of her knickers. She longed to press her hand against her pee hole but her skirt was too tight for her to do so so she had to squeeze her legs tightly shut in the hope of clamping the hole shut. On top of that her skirt was pressing hard into her bladder making it so much harder to hold and resolved if she didn't do something it would be her downfall. She reached to the side of her skirt and slowly pulled the zip down loosening the waistband. A huge pressure was lifted from her bladder and it felt a little easier to hold....only a little though, she was still bursting. Another small drip escaped.....and another. She could feel them squeezing past her pee hole and dampening the crotch of her knickers. A light appeared at the end of the street and got closer. A police car pulled up at the side of the car and two policemen got out and walked over to the car and handed over the breathalyser. The officer in the front seat took it and set it up.
    “right, I need you to blow into the tube until I say stop”. She leant forward and as she did it pressed on her bladder causing a small leak to shoot into her knickers. She winced and wrapped her lips around the tube and blew.
    “keep going....keep going....keep going......stop”. He took the machine away and waited for the result. A couple of seconds later the machine beeped and he said “okay you scored 31, the legal limit is 35 so you are under”. She sighed a breath of relief, if she had being over she knew she would have definitely not have made it to police station without soaking herself.
    “Sorry for the inconvenience” he said “but you understand we have to follow up on these tip off's as drink driving is something we are trying to clamp down on”.
    “yeah yeah I understand, you are just doing your job, please can I go now, I really do need to pee and if I stay in your car much longer its going to get wet”.
    “oh yeah, hang on”. He got out and walked round to open her door. She suddenly realised her skirt was open and if she stood up it would fall down. She pulled the zip up which put pressure back on her bladder and she winced in pain. God she had to pee. He opened the door and she stood up and as she did a leak shot into her knickers and she gasped. He looked at her concerned and she said “just a bit cold”. He nodded and said “have a good night” and walked back round and got in the car and drove off. The moment he got out of sight she broke out into a spectacular pee dance. She darted up her garden path towards her door and when she got there she opened her bag to get her keys. God where were they, she fished around in her bag all the while bouncing and dancing on the spot desperately trying not to burst. She could not find them and at first had the horrifying thought that she had lost them at the pub but then realised in her haste to get out of the car earlier they must have fallen out. She hobbled down the path to her car and there they were on the passenger seat. She bent down to pick them up and as she did a huge leak sprayed into her knickers. She gasped out loud, she couldn't wet herself now, not after holding it for so long. She raced back to her door and after fumbling with the keys finally opened the door. She fell through it and as she did a spurt shot into her knickers and soaked through to her skirt.
    She kicked off her shoes and set off up the stairs. She was starting to lose it, she could feel spurts bursting past her pee hole and starting to run down her legs. She reached the top of the stairs and ran towards the bathroom. She burst through the door and the moment her eyes landed on the toilet she felt it. Her muscles relaxed and the pee started to trickle out. She could feel it thundering down towards her pee hole and knew this was it. She didn't have time to take her skirt off, she didn't have time to get her knickers down. She was about to wet herself. She made a quick decision and jumped into the bath tub. Just as she did her pee hole erupted and the contents of her bladder came flooding out soaking her knickers and skirt instantly. She sighed in relief as the pressure she had been feeling for ages lifted. It felt wonderful. She got lost in the feeling. This was without doubt the best pee she had ever had. Eventually the stream slowed down and slowly came to a stop. She looked down. Her skirt was wet through, her legs were dripping with pee, her socks were soaked through. She couldn't believe it, there she was, 27 years old woman who had just wet herself like a little girl. Yet there was something wrong....she was a 27 year old woman who had just wet herself like a little girl yet she didn't feel a shred of embarrassment or annoyance at the fact. In fact she felt amazing. She felt the unmistakeable warm tingly feeling of arousal in her pussy. Why was she turned on, she couldn't work it out. She should have felt embarrassed about having an accident but she didn't. She felt turned on....more turned on than she had felt for a long time.
    She slid her skirt off and tossed it to the bottom of the bath. She looked round and caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked at herself standing in her pee soaked knickers and as she did she felt her pussy quiver with excitement. The more she looked the more excited she got. She didn't know why, she didn't even care why, all she knew was it felt amazing to be so insanely horny. She couldn't help it any longer. Her hand slid down and pressed against her clit through her wet knickers. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. She rubbed against it and the feeling was incredible. Within a few seconds of rubbing she was on the edge of orgasm. She was unsure what was happening but just went with it. She thought about how she had almost wet her knickers in the back of the police car and imagined if she had done.....for some reason she imagined bursting and the police officer getting angry and punishing her for being so naughty. That thought sent her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her so hard and she slid down the wall as her legs gave way beneath her. She laid there in post orgasmic bliss. She had never had an orgasm like that before. She was shocked at her own mind, she was normally so shy about sexual things but suddenly she was imagining being spanked by a police officer for wetting her knickers. She had no idea what had caused that but knew she had to feel it again.
    She ran herself a bubble bath and had a nice long soak. By the time she got out and dried off her bladder had filled up again. She looked at the toilet but decided to experiment. She went and put her Pyjama bottoms on and drank some water. Before long she was dancing around her bedroom in utter desperation. She had never had to pee so bad before in her life. She kept thinking about going to the toilet but told herself to keep holding. It was starting to hurt but this pain was different, the more her bladder hurt the more turned on she felt. Her bladder was pushing down onto her g-spot and making her horny as hell. She wanted this feeling to last forever but before long she started leaking. She did everything to keep holding but eventually she exploded and soaked her pyjama bottoms in pee. The feeling of being so naughty and peeing herself was turning her on immensely. She threw herself onto her bed and played with herself in her wet pyjamas and had countless unbelievable orgasms.
    The next thing she knew the room was filled with light. She opened her eyes and saw daylight pouring in through the window. She glanced at the clock and saw it was 9:22. She moved to get up and suddenly noticed her pants felt damp....then she remembered, she must have passed out from pleasure. She had no idea where she would go with this new discovery, she just knew the feelings it gave where like nothing she felt before and from here on out she would be Amy Stephenson, the girl who pee's herself for pleasure.
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    Gemmy got a reaction from xCookie for a blog entry, Amy's Wet Morning   
    As she awoke the sound of people chatting filled her ears. She slowly opened her eyes allowing them to adjust to the light. She looked towards the open window and realised who ever was chatting were outside. She listened to their conversation getting quieter as they walked down the street until all she could hear was the soft breathing behind her. She glanced over at the clock next to the bed, smiling when she saw it was only half past 8. As she moved back under the duvet she felt his arm snaked across her and she felt a rush of happiness flood through her. She rolled over and snuggled into him. The past couple of weeks had been the happiest of her life. For the first time in years she had a boyfriend. After dating many many terrible guys she had given up on relationships but now she had found the perfect guy. Not only was he everything she wanted in a boyfriend he also had something special which made her love him more. She had recently discovered her fetish for holding her pee and making herself desperate and the feeling of wetting herself. At first it had freaked her out but once she had found out many other people enjoy the same thing she learned to love it and began experimenting. She had found that it turned her on more than anything else. After accidentally wetting herself.....twice....in front of Jack she had discovered that he shared the same fetish. Unlike her he had had the fetish all his life. She laughed to herself as she thought back to when he had told her and he had been all embarrassed about it. His face when she told him she liked being desperate and wetting herself was priceless. The night she told him they stayed up for hours talking about it and learning about each others likes and interests. Over the past couple of weeks she had fulfilled a couple of his fantasies. He had never had a woman be desperate and holding on purpose in front of him so she had done that which he thoroughly enjoyed. He had also always wanted to be in control of someone's desperation which she obliged and let him decide how long she had to hold it. At first it was strange for her but she enjoyed his dominance over her and she loved every second of it.
    She suddenly noticed her bladder. All the thoughts of being desperate and peeing had set her bladder off. It was quite full as per usual when she woke up. She remembered how she used to wake up busting for a pee and would run to the bathroom. Now she loved laying in bed squirming and holding herself until she literally couldn't hold it anymore and then dashed off to pee. She slid her hand between her legs and held herself as she gently wiggled. She laid for fifteen minutes enjoying the feeling of her bladder swelling. Suddenly his arm pulled her close and he whispered good morning. She turned round and found Jack looking at her smiling. She said good morning and leaned in and kissed him. They laid for a while chatting, deciding what their plans for the day were. All the while her bladder continued to fill. A wave of desperation washed over her and she felt her fingers dampen as a trickle of pee escaped her pee hole and dampened her knickers. She moaned softly and decided to go and relieve her aching bladder. She swung her legs over the edge and went to stand up. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the bed as he said “mmmm don't get up yet, lets lay here for a while”.
    She giggled and said “we can lay here all day if you want but right now I have to pee”. She went to stand up again but his hand stayed gripped on her arm. “All the more reason to stay” he said. She decided she could hold a bit longer and got back into bed. He slowly ran his hand across her stomach making her wince as his fingers traced over her bulging bladder. She put her hand back between her legs and began squirming. She moaned and said how badly she needed to wee. Partly because it was true but mostly because she knew it was turning him on. He pulled back the duvet and looked at her half naked body squirming around in desperation. He smiled and made a kiss action as he looked up and down her. She felt herself dampen with arousal as she felt his eyes on her body. Her arousal only intensified when she saw she wasn't the only one with a bulge. As the time passed she got more and more desperate. She started leaking and desperately needed to dash and relieve herself. She begged him to let her go before she wet herself. He just shook his head. She told him she would pee in the shower and he could watch but again he shook his head. He smiled and said “I want you to do it here”. She looked at him shocked. “I...I ….I can't do it here, not in your bed”. He laughed and said “you won't have much choice cos im not letting you go”. The sudden dominance in his voice made her pussy quiver with excitement. She loved that he was making her hold on but she really didn't want to pee all over his bed. She moaned as she suddenly spurted into her knickers. She told him she was starting to wet herself and was about to have an accident. He winked at her and said “is that so, let me see”. She looked at him confused as to what he meant then moaned out as his hand slid down and felt her knickers. She flooded with embarrassment. He was touching her pee soaked knickers and she suddenly felt really embarrassed about it, yet at the same time incredibly turned on. He ran his fingers up her knickers and said “hmmm, i'm not sure this all pee is it Amy”. She felt her cheeks burn red as he said this. He laughed and said “i had better investigate”.
    Before she could say anything his hand slid into her knickers and his fingers ran up her slit. She moaned and squirmed at his touch. He smiled at the response and began to gently stroke her pussy. She laid back moaning as his strokes over her lips and clit sent pleasure rushing through her. The feeling of her bursting bladder coupled with the pleasure he was giving had her on the edge of orgasm in no time at all. Each time a wave of pleasure hit her she spurted pee onto his fingers. The first few times she had been so embarrassed and was worried he would find it gross or something but he didn't and she laid back and let it happen. She felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming. She was stuck, she knew if she came she would lose control and pee all over his bed but at the same time she didn't want him to stop. Suddenly he pushed down on her bladder making her squirt pee out of her pee hole. She squealed and screamed “noooo, if you do that I will pee myself”. He looked at her and said “in that case” and pushed down again. He told her to let go. She couldn't hold it any longer and started to pee. As the pee rushed out of her pee hole he continued rubbing her clit. The pleasure went into overload and she screamed out “OH GOD JACK MAKE ME CUM”. She shocked herself. She had no idea where that had come from. He must bring out her dirty side. He rubbed faster and her back arched as she exploded in orgasm. She laid back as the feeling washed over her. The feeling of pleasure ripping through her as she pee'd everywhere was a feeling like none she had felt before.
    Eventually the orgasm died down and her bladder finished emptying. She laid back panting as aftershocks hit her. As she laid back she felt wet and realised her pee puddle had spread up the sheets and was now under her back. It felt so nice and warm and she wriggled around in it. Jack laid down next to her and kissed her long and hard. She had felt embarrassed before about spurting on his fingers. Now he was laid in a puddle of her pee and she had never been more turned on in her life. After laying for a while they went and shared a hot steamy shower together and as she was drying off he pulled the sheets off the bed and she noticed something over the mattress. She walked over and felt it. It was like a plastic cover. She asked what it was and he said “oh erm....its a hard plastic cover I put on, I used to have a soft one but it would rustle and scrunch up, this one is better”. She looked puzzled and said “OK, but why do you have a plastic cover”. He looked nervously and said “well kind of for this reason, I enjoy wetting the bed occasionally and this protects the mattress”. She laughed and said “I might have to get one for my bed, after all, I want you to do that to me again and my mattress needs protecting too, but for now lets test this one again” She said winking as she dropped her towel......
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