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  1. Japanese videos (mixed bag)

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  2. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  3. View File Japanese videos (mixed bag) Clips I found, bought and converted. Submitter Kenny P. Submitted 04/02/2016 Category Female Wetting  
  4. story of my life part 2

    All the nurse really did was give me a tight pair of joggers with boxers.when I went home I bursted into tears because the rest of the day I was called names and teased.which me being my insecure self startted believing what they said. At 13 I got my first boyfriend,it was a neighbor that didn't go to my school so had no idea about my accidents (I had them more and more at school the school was really strictto dountil that all changed stupid me before I went to hang out with him drunk a lot of sodas.so I had to pee when I got to his house I was gonna go use the restroom first but he wanted to go to the park so I thought I could hold it and walked with him. Well when we got to the park my bladder was screaming at me to empty it (me usually having about 15 minutes of holding in my waste). So I started to get scared I was actually surprising myself on holding it in I was holding it longer than usual until him just playing around pushed me down a long slide,me being afraid of hights and tight spaces started wetting it was from holding it for to long and the tight space and the high (there was small windows so i could see how high I was) I got to the bottom of the slide and kinda embarrassed myself more for starting to cry because he was right there at the bottom so he saw his 13yr old gf in a puddle of piss and soaked dasy dooks. I broke up with him out of anger because he was laughing his ass off. (This was in the summer) had to walk from the park to my house with my booty shorts wet noticeable that I wet myself I got home and that's when my mom starts considering diapers I almost died when she told me about it,then I found out that my mom threw my mattress out because my night time accidents ruined it... At 14 my mom fiannaly decided to make me try pull ups so I don't ruin another mattress well that night my mom made me put one on,when I put it on I never told anyone including my parents put the soft fabric started to arouse me (this is how I became into abdl) I was really cunfused,myself being as innocent as I was at 14 has never masterbated or even gottened aroused. So when I got this unusual feeling it was strong like really strong I went and plopted on my bed trying not to think of the really nice feeling.after what felt like hours finally went to sleep, in the middle of the night I still had this feeling but it felt more orgasmic for some reason it was so warm soft and cozy so I started to "experiment" with my lower regions. When my hand went into the pull up I realized why it was warm...I had an accident,I thought about touching myself but then I heard a knock on my window and peed a little more I took my hand out of my pull up wiped it off on my blanket then looked over to see my friend cassie wanting to hang out at 12:30 at night I then had fear overcome me because I was in a t-shirt and a pull up she knocked on the window again and I didn't want my parents to wake up so I hesintatly opened the window for her to come in she came in and automatically looked at my pull up and bit her lip (she was eather drunk or high) then she said I didn't know you wore diapers then noticed I was wetting the pull up then she did the most shocking thing to do to me she put her hands in my pull up as I was still having an accident then she started grinding on me...(m not gonna break into details sowwie....but that was the first time I technically got laid) I'm going to continue it whenever I get the chance!!!! Please say what you think about it!!!!
  5. Wow! I am amazed at the warm responses my last story got. Thank you all very much for being so understanding and not being judgmental. I was really nervous when I posted it, having never discussed this new part of my private life with anyone but Hannah. In light of the questions some of you posted in reply to my previous topic, I’ve decided to carry on my recount from where I left off. I woke early the next morning, a strange cocktail of emotion buzzing through my head. My first thought was disbelief. It crossed my mind that it was like a dream, but then again I wouldn’t have ever dreamt of sharing such an experience with another person. And the thought of that person being another girl had never crossed my mind either. Hannah was still asleep. She lay on her side to my right, her hands tucked up under her pillow and her face, appearing so peaceful and innocent, partially hidden under her long hair. The bedding was wet with and cold. I lay still, not wanting to disturb her. Slowly feelings of joy from the events of last night began to turn questionable. Had we overstepped the mark? We hardly knew each other, and here we were naked in puddles of each other’s urine. It was my fault, too. I’d mentioned my fetish. But then if she didn’t enjoy the thought of it, why had she so willingly offered herself? I then began to wonder if this counted as losing my virginity, but after all our privates had never touched. Maybe it could just be described as mutual masterbation? Then the most difficult of questions began to form inside my head. Was I a lesbian? Would I ever experience a guy’s touch, and if I did, would I enjoy it? I wondered if Hannah was thinking the same thing, or if she new her sexuality for sure. Everything I’d taken for granted was now in doubt. It was a while before she woke. By the time Hannah’s eyes fluttered open, I was full of regret and embarrassment. All this had come about because the two of us knew that after this week we probably wouldn’t see each other again. The whole experience was based off the fact that no long-term judgments would be held. But perhaps we’d lost our inhibitions a little too much. As she woke, suddenly I became nervous. I didn’t want to know what she thought about last night, I just wanted her to leave and not to talk to me again. Her eyes were blank at first, vacant as her mind awoke. My hands trembled under the sheets, but I was frozen to the spot. I wanted to role over and bury my head in the sand, but part of me was intrigued by the girl that lay next to me. The girl so full of surprises. As she came round from her sleep, her eyes appeared to come over with a sense of calm. A slight smile broke her lips, and her hands slipped from the pillow down in search of mine. But I pulled away. I didn’t want her touch. She looked disappointed, looking for a way of breaking the tension. “I enjoyed last night.” I stayed silent, unsure of what to say. “I wasn’t taking advantage of you, I promise.” Again, I let a deathly pause fill the air. She looked saddened, and rolled onto her back. I did the same. “Was it you first time?” I asked, starring into the ceiling. “Yes.” You could cut the atmosphere with a knife. There was a long silence, my mind dashing from question to question, wondering if I should voice them or not. I turned my head and looked into Hannah’s profile. Her face was filled with worry. “I enjoyed it too.” My shaky voice had spoken the truth, and it was then I decided not to hide from my feelings anymore. We spoke for a long time. To date our brief friendship was based on fun and laughter, but now we broke into a deep heartfelt conversation. I learned a huge amount about her, she seemed to be facing the same questions as I. It was decided that the night before was an experiment neither of us had seen coming, but we were happy it had happened. It offered new light to our sexualities, but neither of us wanted to say for sure we were lesbians. She said that now, she felt like she had lost her virginity, and told me I should be proud of the fact that I have too. And so, we told ourselves that we were bi-sexual and that our love-lives were ablaze. Eventually, it was time for us to get out of bed. We both new that the moment the covers were lifted we’d get a daylight glimpse of each other’s body. Secretly, I was excited by the idea. Wondering how to approach it, I offered “You can shower in my washroom if you like. And I have clothes you can borrow to get back to your room.” She sat up, perching on her arm in order to look into my eyes. “Can’t we have one more treat, and then it’ll be over?” She asked, cheekily. “Hannah! We’ve already made enough mess for housekeeping!” I wasn’t surprised that she wanted more, I did too. “A shower together, perhaps? And I do need to have my morning wee-wee.” She stroked my face, then slipped out of bed. Her figure alone sent shivers through me. She stood beside the bed, looking down at me. I my eyes darted around. “Look where you want to look. I won’t judge you.” She had a welcoming and understanding look on her face. “Just get out of bed so I can do the same.” I giggled, and slipped out. For a second we stood there. Her skin looked so smooth, so soft. She was skinny, her soft skin just asking to be stroked and caressed. Out of clothes, her chest was divine, with her petit pert curves and firm nipples. She turned and gestured to the washroom door, and I followed as she slowly walked in. Walking behind her, my eyes were transfixed on her soft round bottom. The washroom was small. It has a one sink and a large mirror on the right hand wall, with a loo tucked in the corner. Against the back wall was a bathtub with a shower fixed over it. As she walked in, she picked up my hairbrush from the side of sink, then lifted her delicate leg up and stepped into the tub. I followed her in and pulled the curtain closed behind me. The taps and shower were behind me. She turned, and once again we looked into each others eyes. With her long scruffy bed hair, she had a natural look about her. Her big all consuming eyes starring with such intent into me. As she blinked her long eyelashes seemed to beat like butterflies. “Last night,” her words were soft, “I had my finger in you and you peed.” I wasn’t sure if it was a statement and a question. I nodded, smiling. “I want to know how.” I don’t know how, I thought to myself. It happens to me sometimes when I masterbate. I just feel like I need to pee, so I do. “I just get a feeling to.” I told her. “You said you need your morning pee?” I smiled as I spoke, biting my lip and raising my eyebrows. She picked up what I was inferring. Her eyes drifted to the hairbrush she held in front of her stomach, which she lifted to her mouth and held between her teeth. I watched her turn around and put her back to me. She took a little step toward the end of the tub and slowly lifted one leg, delicately placing her foot on the rim. She reached her hands behind her back and took hold of my arms, pulling me in and rapping my arms around her body. We were in a tight embrace, my chest pushing into her shoulders and her warm little bottom filling my groin. My head rested over her shoulder as I strained to look down at her body. Then, calmly, she lifted her arm to the shower gel dispenser the hotel at fitted on the wall. Her dry, petit fingers covered the opening as she pumped out the gel. With a slippery hand she took hold of the hairbrush and smothered it’s rounded handle. It was beginning to dawn on me what was about to happen. She took hold of my hands, wrapping them around the brush and maintaining a firm grasp from the outside. Then she guided me toward the top of her legs, resting the end of the handle in the crucial spot. A heartbeat passed, then she breathed in sharply and pushed on my hands. The handle slipped into her and she began to slowly pull it in and out. Over time her pace sped up. Down below I was still slightly aching from the night before. I was stunned that she could do this. She pulled and pushed on my hands, which buzzed with excitement. My heart was pounding on her back, my breath tickling her neck. She was breathing faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I was so turned on, and although I couldn’t face penetration I began to push in and out of her bottom cheeks. She was panting louder and kept accelerating the hairbrush. Tingles and bursts of pleasure seem to pass through her to me. She began to make quivering sounds, trying to speak but not managing words. I watched as much as I could see over her shoulder. Her breasts bouncing a little. I could see her hands on the brush dipping in and out of view. The one foot she had in the base of the tub was clenched tightly. I continued to rub against her as she panted more and more. I felt her hands on mine, grasping tighter and tighter with each push and pull. “I…” she began to speak between deep breaths. “I…” she stuttered, but before she could finish my hands were suddenly filled with warm. She squirted a jet of pee over the brush. Her knee started to tremble and I found I was the one now in control of the speed. I continued fast and every time, as I was pulling the handle out a short sharp jet splashed onto my hand. It continued on for several more minutes. Our feet were getting wet, the bottom of the tub being showered in hot yellow liquid. Splash after splash hit my hand. The brush was slippery and hard to hold. She took control again and went faster than I’d dared to go. With one long grown she passed a handful of squirts then in the high of climax, she pulled the brush away. A consistent thick stream broke out. The hissing was inaudible under the hammering of it as it thundered down into the tub. Desperate to see it I pulled on her skin, aiming it up at the wall where I watched it spraying out, feeling the pitter patter of warm pee on my hand as it splash back away from the wall. I was on cloud nine as to top it all the constant rubbing against her bottom began to send me into a climax. It was all over. Some time passed as we stood, frozen and exhausted. My hands were dripping with her pee, a puddle of it around our feet. The yellow was a rich contrast to the pure white tub. When things had calmed down, I turned on the shower and together we cleaned ourselves. I squatted for my morning pee, and she watched me go. It was an incredible encore to last night, in the last twelve hours we’d marked the beginning and end of a brief sexual acquaintance. For the rest of that week, we continued to talk. We took each other’s numbers and went our separate ways, with the agreement that what had happened in that hotel was a fling, not a relationship. We haven’t spoken since. Her number stays in my contact list as a small window into what feels like a dream. I happy that we kept it as what it was always meant to be. No judgment, no embarrassment. I am graceful for her. She was accommodating to my first, and to date only, sexual encounter with another person. She welcomed me by dabbling in my own fetishes. Sometimes I wonder what she’s doing now, whether she’s wet herself since that night. Whether she’s ever gotten into the shower of a morning before using the loo. I know that since then I have stood in my own shower, looking through the steamy glass at my hair brush next the sink and seeing her, in my minds eye, holding it once again.
  6. Flight to Vegas

    When Dani first started working for Starlight Media and Imaging Distribution she wasn't sure how this particular job would work out. Fresh out of college with a liberal arts degree, marketing and public relations were as far off her radar as possible. You see, Dani was going to be an editor for a major publishing company. The thought of becoming the next great author's editor gave Dani life during those ridiculous all nighters in undergrad. She would have a wonderfully spacious upper floor office, pungent with the smell of well turned pages. There upon her desk would be the life's work of some unfound author desperately praying for the yes she would offer. Yeap, she was going to do amazing things! Unfortunately, reality has a way of waylaying the most stalwart of individuals and Dani couldn't find a teaching post let alone an editorial position. So she did what any girl in her position would do. She had her father pull strings to get her a job. The tiny cubical would have to suffice until she found her true life's work. Dani sat down at her desk after coming from her lunch break. She had spent her 45 minute break with a couple of her girlfriends at a quaint soup and salad bar close to her job. The three friends hadn't seen each other in such a long time and played catching up the majority of the time. Dani barely had enough time to eat and she surely had forgotten to use the ladies room. Just as she was rising from her desk to ease the slight twinge in her bladder, her boss, Timothy Blanche, called her in to his office. Mr. Timothy Blanche, the C.E.O and founder of Starlight Media and Imaging Distribution was a very austere and sometimes clinical man. He saw life in black and white. Grey tones and color palates only existed in the promotional pamphlets he distributed for his clients. In his mind, one either did a good job or a bad one and because a good job was always expected, one incapable of competence, no longer worked for Timothy Blanch. As terrible as he sounds, he wasn't quite that bad and his employees respected Mr. Blanche immensely. In spite of his strict and structured office environment, he was always fair minded and was sure to show his thanks for the hard work in the form of a yearly Christmas bonus. As Dani made her way through the intricate labyrinth of cubicals, her fellow employees looked after her in silent confusion for Dani was one of Mr. Blanches bests. Dani sat in perplex silence and Mr. Blanche regarded her with steal grey unwavering eyes. "Dani, we have a problem.", Mr. Blanche said gravely. Dani shifted uncomfortably in her set. "What's wrong Mr. Blanche?", Dani asked. "Alexia Flanary has taken ill and will not be able to attend the Franklin Media and Imaging Corporate Conference in Vega. We've decided to send you. The flight leaves in an hour and a half.", Mr. Blanche deadpaned. As Mr. Blanche proceeded to explain that because the flight was leaving so soon, Dani would receive a corporate credit card to purchase all her necessities, Dani's head spun. She had never been to Vegas, neither had she ridden a plane and she was about to take one first class no less! Mr. Blanche's eyes softened for a fraction a moment, as he spoke, "Dani, you're a wonderful employee. I wasn't sure when I hired you. You are extremely young, but you've proven me wrong. I expect you to handle yourself appropriately; however, I do want you to enjoy yourself." With a bright smile across her face, Dani promised she would do her best. And at that, Dani was hustled from Mr. Blanche's office to a waiting car below. Dani had settled down into the luxurious leather seats of the car speeding toward the airport, when her bladder began a small incessant reminder that a bathroom visit would be in order soon. Dani acknowledged the reminder, but was confident that she would have time to use the ladies room before the flight left. Oh how wrong she was. As soon, as the car breaked, Dani hurtled out of the car and was herded through the lines of the check stations. Mr. Blanche had had the foresight to call ahead to ask for a delay of the flight - much to the frustration and disgust of the pilot - however, this still did not prevent Dani from having to go through searches. By the time she had gone through the proper TSA protocol, the flight had been delayed 40 minutes. While being raced through the terminal in an airport cart by a TSA agent, Dani eyed a restroom. "Sir, let me stop by the ladies room. I'll be very quick.", Dani beseeched. "Absolutely, not! You've already delayed the flight 40 minutes Ma'am.", the TSA agent replied curtly. Upon seeing the devastated look on Dani's face, the agent lightened his tone and said empathetically, "Once the plane had leveled, you can use the washroom on board the plane." Dani, nodded curtly and squeezed her thighs together. She wasn't in danger of wetting herself right then, but she had to find a restroom soon or things would not be good. Finally, Dani made it to the plane and found her seat. A few of the passengers, not happy at being delayed, made faces and a few grumbles could be heard, but Dani didn't care, she on her way to Vegas! The flight attendants positioned them selves for easy viewing of the passengers and began their safety demonstrations. As Dani watched and memorized where the emergency exits were, she began to wonder if she would make it to the restroom. Back tracking her last liquid intakes versus her last visit to the bathroom, she hadn't been to the ladies room since 8:00 am and it was 1:00 pm! Two cups of coffee, one bottle of water, and more water at lunch had compiled and it was threatening to evacuate. Dani began to think, there was no way she hadn't been to the bathroom since this morning. But as she went over her day, she recalled she had opted to not have a mid-morning break so she could have more time at lunch. Since that was her usual time to visit the ladies room, she had missed out. She and her girlfriends had spent the entire time talking so none of them had visited the ladies room. She had attempted to go to the ladies room but was waylaid by the impromptu meeting with Mr. Blanche. From there, she had been swept away to the plane. She literally, hadn't been to the restroom in over five hours! Thank goodness the flight was leveling off, Dani thought. Now if only the seat belt sign would go off, she grumbled to herself. Moments later, the light dinged off and Dani unbuckled her belt and began to make her way to the washroom. About midway down the aisle, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence causing the plane to bump and shake violently. The unexpected movement caused Dani to loose footing. Managing to barely keep herself upright, a squirt of warm pee escaped into her grey bikini panties. An involuntary gasp escaped Dani and she attempted to forge ahead to the washroom. She would not pee herself! She would not pee herself! She repeated to herself. A few feet from the washroom, Dani could almost image the relief, but just as she was about to step toward the door a flight attendant stopped her. "Ma'am could you please return to your seat. The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign." Dani, almost screamed! Just as Dani was about to open her mouth to express her dire need the captain came over the intercom and said that for the rest of the flight the passengers would have to remain seated. He had received word from the control tower that turbulence was expected for the remaining 30 minutes of the flight. In a daze, Dani slowly made her way back to her seat. She couldn't believe this! She should have forced the issue and just explained that she needed to go, but what good was it now? She had already sat down. Flipping through the inflight magazine, Dani clutched her thighs together. Slightly concerned she would wet the back of her blue skirt with the wet spot in her now slightly damp panties, she sat on top of one of her feet. Pressing the heel of her foot into her over worked pee hole helped a lot, so she finished the magazine and was overjoyed when the captain came over the loud speaker to note that they were landing. Because she was in first class, she knew she would be able to leave first. So once the plane had been attached to the landing dock, Dani popped up from her seat and immediately sat back down. Wave after wave of pee had descended down onto her pee hole and had threatened to escape. She barely had controlled it, squirting into her panties again at the quick movement. Clutching her thighs together and pressing her left leg into her other leg, Dani managed to grab her purse from the upper hutch. Walking briskly with a slight twist to accommodate her now clutched thighs, Dani walked off the plane and found that Mr. Blanche had asked for a car to pick her up straight from the airport landing strip. Unable to believe her luck or misfortune, Dani slid into the dark and silent back interior of the car. Almost immediately, Dani grabbed her throbbing pee hole and pushed in with everything she had. She had begun to leak and her panties were soaked through. Trying to salvage her skirt, she hiked the blue flair skirt up around her waist and pressed deeper into her withering vagina. Steadily squirming, she wondered how in the world she had managed to do this to herself. The drive to the hotel was only five minutes, but to Dani, it seemed a lifetime. Once the car stopped, Dani slowly edged out of the car and walked with bent knees and hunched back to a waiting bellman. She knew she looked like she was close to wetting herself and was thoroughly ashamed. Tears began to stream down Dani's face as another squirt of pee escaped from her crossed legs. Seeing what was obvious a woman very desperate for the bathroom, the bellman escorted her around a back corridor to the service elevators. Understanding that the bellman was trying to save her the humiliation of having to walk through the busy lobby of the hotel, Dani gave up all pretense and raised her skirt so she could grab and hold her steady leaking vagina. The bellman trying to be discrete and not watch the obviously struggling woman, couldn't help himself. Her plight was vastly becoming a problem for him to prevent from showing through his form fitting dress slacks. Exiting the elevator first and leading her to her room literally just around the corner from the elevator, the bellman walked in front of Dani and began to lead her into her room but not before she noticed the large bulge in the front of his pants. Was he enjoying this? She wondered as several rivers of pee snaked there way down Dani's legs. Dani struggled a little more more for effect but there was nothing for it, she was peeing. Pee gushed from her sopping wet vagina and puddled around her yellow baby doll shoes. Closing her eyes and feeling the orgasmic relief, Dani began to move slow deliberate circles around her engorged clitoris. Faster and faster until short breathy gasps were involuntarily coming from her, Dani massaged her clit through her now dark grey panties. Completely forgetting about the bellman, Dani collapsed to her knees into the large puddle of pee as her first orgasms racked her body. Coming down from her orgasmic high, Dani belatedly remembered the bellman. Dani slowly opened her eyes to find the bellman with his eyes closed with his hand clutched around his unfurled penis, pumping for all his worth. Pulling her panties down her legs, she began to walk toward the bellman. What happens in Vegas, right? Dani thought as she knelt in front of the bellman....