MrMakeherWait 162 Posted January 8, 2021 Popular Post Share Posted January 8, 2021 (edited) This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... 😀 If there is interest I may go back and fetch some other "classics" from years in the past and bring them here to introduce them to a new audience (at least some of you, I'm sure). Let me know what you all think. The story is also attached here in plaintext form if that would be a better way for any of you to read or archive it. And now I present the main attraction - for your reading pleasure... with all credit due to the original author: Paul. --- Samantha by Paul, July 1996 Hello there. I've been a fan of 'accidents' for some time now, and never pass up a chance to steer a situation towards a possible problem. This happened to me with a girlfriend of mine I was seeing at the tender age of twenty-five. She was twenty-four at the time, and we had been going strong for about three weeks, although I'd known her since schooldays. Her name was Sam, and we got on like a house on fire in bed, though we hadn't really explored anything other than what I'd call 'normal' sex yet. There was a good foundation, though, with lots of enthusiasm and openness on both sides. I certainly hadn't yet broached the subject of what really turns me on: a desperate situation or actual accident. Anyway, one Saturday we had planned to go to the local town to get some shopping, and I picked her up at her flat at about noon. I had mentioned lunch when we arranged it, so we stopped a couple of miles out of town for something to eat in a pub. This only took us about half an hour, just a quick sandwich, and all she had to drink was a half pint of lager and lime to my pint. Towards the end of our drinks, though, the thought crossed my mind that perhaps if I rushed this last bit, and got her out of the pub before she could think of using the ladies' room, something might develop. I always think it's worth trying something like this, even if it only prompts the lady concerned to ask you to find her a toilet... at least it brings the subject up in conversation. We were laughing and joking and really getting on well, and I picked up my pint, drank the last two inches, put my arm around her shoulders and said, 'Come on, let's get this shopping done, I could do with the fresh air!' There didn't seem to be any thought at all in her mind to use the ladies' room, and I didn't know whether to treat this as good news or bad. Still, back we went to the car, and drove to the underground car park which services the main shopping centre. There is a precinct above, and a main square with more shops adjoining it, with most of the area being under cover. As we surfaced in the precinct I began to say 'I wouldn't mind going to the bookshop first.' Sam had actually started to speak at the same time, and as she pointed to the other side of the mall I heard her say, 'In a minute I'd better...' before she realized I was talking. I guessed she was pointing to the toilets, and was going to express her need, but it was an excellent opportunity to ignore what she had said by pretending not to have heard. I said nothing, and on we progressed to the bookshop. We had different interests in the way of books, which allowed me to stand browsing in a different part of the shop and observing her. She started out fine, but after a while I could see she wasn't comfortable standing still, and after twenty minutes she had sidled over twice to see if I was nearly finished. Of course, it suited me fine to have her wait, and I didn't hurry over my choices at all. It was now obvious that she couldn't concentrate at all on the books, and not wishing to make my intentions too obvious, we went to pay for what we had bought. Sam reached the counter first, and I watched carefully. Standing behind her I could see she had all of her weight on one leg, and was obviously tensed, not wanting to jig around at all in front of the salesman, yet very uncomfortable about standing so still. She almost snatched her change from him, and didn't wait for me before heading for the door, turning and saying 'See you out here...' I saw her turn to the right of the shop, and go out of sight. I dreaded her finding a toilet nearby, so I quickly paid, and headed for the door myself. She was leaning on the wall next to the shop window. I burst outside and headed off to the left, pretending to look for her, because I knew that the precinct toilets were in the other direction. She must have seen me heading off, because I heard her heels start to click on the concrete after me. 'Paul...just a minute...you have no idea how much I need a loo right now, I nearly burst in there!' She shifted from one foot to the other, 'I know you want to go to the department store, but can I go over there first?' She pointed back to the toilets... 'It's getting to be an emergency!' 'Oh,' I said, 'I didn't realize... you'd be better off going into the store, it's nearer, come on!' This, of course, was not the truth, and I knew the toilets in the department store were on the fourth floor. It looked nearer, though, and she knew she had to start walking soon, in any direction, to avoid looking conspicuous with her dancing. We set off, and on entering the store were presented with a large store plan in front of us. Glimpsing at it as we passed, I remarked, 'The luggage department is on the first floor, so if we go up the escalator to there I can look for my bag while you get the lift up to the fourth, where the toilets are.' The escalator was straight ahead of us, and I think it was a relief to Sam that she could walk up it, rather than stand still again in a lift. Anyway, she made no comment, so I assumed she agreed with what I had said. My blood was pounding by now, this was turning out to be much better than expected! More luck came my way now, because as I thought, she didn't really want to go on without me, and as the lifts were the other side of the store, she abruptly sat down on a stool in the luggage department, smiled up at me, and said: 'God, do me a favour, will you? Don't hang around!' By now I couldn't concentrate either, and I thanked God I didn't need to go myself. I delayed my browsing as long as I could, until I thought from her rocking to and fro that she would get up and run if I left it any longer. I then announced that there was nothing I liked. 'Good, then let's get out of here, I'm nearly wetting myself!' she laughed nervously. My heart started to race again with those words, and I hoped something else would crop up to cause a delay. I, certainly, was out of ways to hold her up any longer if I didn't want it to be obvious what I was doing. I had been in situations like this before, and it's at about this point when I thought she was going to make it after all, and I certainly started to get ready for an anti-climax. Sam seemed more comfortable after a sit-down, and we walked through various departments towards the lifts. As we got close, though, she slowed slightly and performed a slight curtsey. 'My God, it's come back, I'm worse than before!' There was no attempt at jocularity in her manner now, she was definitely panicked! With a sinking feeling I saw that the lift was there and waiting for us, and I started to wonder what the chances were of it breaking down or something... anything to delay! There were two women and a man already inside, and we got straight in. Just to drag things out I hesitated for a moment before pressing the fourth floor button, and the man took the opportunity to reach out and hit the button marked 'Ground'! I could have shaken his hand! Sam almost gasped when she saw, and I tried to look as sympathetic as I could. I shrugged my shoulders, but Sam went into a kind of tense stance, gripping her handbag, her shoulders rigid. She was facing me, and the look in her eyes spoke volumes about her predicament. Embarrassment and fear were in them, and she looked at me imploringly. There was nothing I could do though, and I glanced at the two women, who had stopped talking and I'm sure had detected that something was amiss. Sam silently mouthed to me, 'Come on...come on...' As the lift jolted to a halt she shot out, and I followed quickly to keep pace. Straight out of the doors into the square she walked, and I asked her where she was going. 'Back to those toilets....' She was quite upset with herself by now, (remember we didn't know each other that well yet), and I almost felt sorry for her. We had come out of another exit, though, away from the toilets, and as I opened my mouth to tell her this she realized herself. A girl definitely finds some relief in walking along....it seems to be really difficult for them when they are forced into a lack of motion. I swear Sam could have walked right back through the store to certain relief if only she didn't have to stop moving. The urgency had obviously faded a bit, and she was anxious to regain some of her dignity, I think. She said, 'Oh, shit..you're joking! Can we walk back?' She had a nervous smile back on her face now that she was walking, though I'm sure she was making light of how seriously she needed to go, trying to make a sort of joke about it. I suggested that the Men's shop I wanted to visit had a toilet, and it was just around the corner. She made a show of appreciating my concern for her (if only she knew!) and took my arm. 'OK then, straight ahead!' she said, smiling a bit more. I was almost certain I didn't remember a toilet in this shop, and could only hope she would be too embarrassed to ask to use the staff's. As we entered I told her to go and speak to them, though, and went off towards a rack of denims. I kept one ear open as I picked some jeans, but couldn't hear anything. So as I headed for the changing room I was delighted to see she was sitting down on a seat alone. 'Great, isn't it? No help at all, he wasn't...seriously, though, Paul, are you going to be long? I've never wanted to go this badly...we'll have to go straight round to the loos, or I'll embarrass you, I tell you!' 'Right, I'll just make sure these fit, then we're away.' I headed off to the changing cubicles, which were totally empty, and found one from where I could peek out into the shop. It was awkward, but I could just see her legs, crossed tightly as they were, sticking out from behind a wall, up about as far as the hem of her skirt, say mid thigh. I didn't try on the jeans, because I wanted to be in a position to go straight out if I had to. At the time I thought it was worth buying them anyway, even if they didn't fit, if it gave me the chance to delay some more. (Cruel, aren't I?) There ensued around five minutes of shifting in her seat, and her legs crossed and uncrossed more and more. My mouth was unbelievably dry with excitement, and my trousers had a huge bulge. I was tempted to touch myself believe me, it wouldn't have taken much! She suddenly stood, so I grabbed the jeans and came out of the cubicle. 'These are fine, I would have asked you in to see them, but I thought you were more comfortable sitting,' She said urgently, 'I'm not comfortable doing anything at the moment!' she was almost cross. 'Pay for those, I'll be outside.' Out she went, almost hobbling. I got the cash out as fast as I could and paid, and I could see her pacing outside the shop. Surely she couldn't hold out much longer? I am well aware from my own experience of being 'caught short' that the urge comes in waves. These get worse and worse each time, until presumably your muscles will give way.(I've been close, but it's never happened.) Sam had such a look of sheer panic on her face through the window that I was really hopeful something would happen. My penis was straining against my pants, and at the back of my mind I remember worrying a bit about anyone noticing. I thanked the salesman, who had observed Sam's behavior and had his eyebrows raised, and walked quickly outside. She started off around the corner as soon as I came out, and only when I hurried to draw level with her did I see that she was nearly in tears. 'Paul, for God's sake come on or I'll piss myself!' For a moment there was no-one who could see us as we rounded the corner. Her eyes darted towards a niche next to a shop, and I realized she was actually so desperate she was considering going there! Sure enough... 'Quick, do you reckon I could just drop my knickers and go a bit there?' she gasped as she clicked along, not daring to slow. Well, I suppose so, it's only about a hundred yards to the toilets, though...! 'You don't get it do you?' she protested angrily, I... CAN'T... WAIT... ANY... MORE!' She was taking the opportunity to bend almost double as she walked, but someone at last came round the corner and put paid to her idea of going there. I took her arm as she straightened, and carried on. I was as sure of myself as I could be now. We were walking fast now, and she was very frantic. 'I can't believe I let myself get like this. I'm GOING to go!!!' she wailed, and shot me a frantic sidelong glance. She had her hands clasped around her bag against her tummy, walking stiffly. 'I just can't hold this...' shaking her head, 'I'm gong to piss in my knickers like a kid... Paul, I'm sorry!' She was tearful now, sobbing as we went along. Her pace slowed slightly all of a sudden, and she gritted her teeth and said under her breath, 'Just keep walking... I'm... Oh God, Oh God. I can't stop it, don't look!' As she bit her lip in her pain I of course had to glance down as we walked, and sure enough her stockings had drips on, some turning to small rivulets on the inside of her thighs. She was wailing, 'Oh, Oh. I'm going to piss myself. I can't help it, it's going everywhere!' We finally got to one of those trees which appear to have grown out of the concrete, and she snatched her arm away and leant her back against it. She just carried on helplessly peeing down between her legs and soaking her stockings. The dozen or so people in this part of the complex were ignored for a time, until she seemed to get it all under a bit of control. She was crying softly, though, and she looked at me and just said, '..My shoes..' I looked. There was only a smallish puddle, so I suppose most of what she had released so far had run down into her high heels. Anyway, she wanted to get away from the scene quickly, so we walked and hobbled around and down to the Car Park, with me making what comforting noises I could. I was speechless with excitement, though, and I think she started to see this. 'Er... are YOU OK?' she said. The car park was deserted, and as we went around the back of my car I just couldn't resist it. I remember mumbling something about it really turning me on, and, vaguely wondering how she'd take it, I unzipped myself. Released, I burst out from my boxer shorts, and to this day I never remember feeling so huge and engorged. I held myself, pretty sure we were unable to be seen. Sam, as I thought, was adventurous enough not to mind. In fact, it seemed to electrify her. She had been standing with her hand in her crotch, obviously still feeling pressure from her bladder, and to my delight she now began rubbing, absolutely wide-eyed as she stared down at what I was doing. 'My God, Paul, you're making yourself come' her voice was now thick with lust. 'I've never seen a boy do this... go on... go on...' She quickly rammed her hand up inside her skirt, and started to slowly frig. I couldn't see anything under there, but hardly needed any more turning on. I remember feeling really wanton, and I suppose to try and repay the terrific turn-on this girl had given me I pulled my boxer shorts right down, cupped my balls with my other hand, and made sure she could clearly see what I was doing. She was gasping and moaning as she watched me, and I just couldn't hold it back any more. Great gobs of sperm shot out of me, and spattered on the ground. My orgasm over, I was left feeling slightly silly, and started to worry again about someone seeing us. The area remained deserted, however, and I covered myself up, moved over, and kissed Sam. She placed her free hand on my shoulder, moved her legs slightly apart, and continued to masturbate while we kissed. Her breathing quickly became much heavier, and soon she shuddered to her own climax. Taking her hand out from her knickers, she giggled and said, 'This hand's absolutely filthy... it's soaked with pee and loads more! She placed her bag on the boot of my car, took a tissue out, and demurely wiped her hand. Before we got back into the car she squatted behind it and relieved herself completely, and on the way home she confessed that although she had hated wetting her knickers and being so desperate (she hadn't, at the time, realized what it was doing to me) she had been fantastically aroused by the result. She was even slightly amused by my own confession about how I had been trying to guide her into just that predicament. There were two or three more of these memorable times with Sam, and although they were contrived, that didn't really lessen the impact of seeing her dance around and loose control of herself. I shall continue in another story... --- The original source can still be found at: https://web.archive.org/web/20010429065744/http://www.tgc.co.uk/waters/text/samantha.txt samantha.txt Edited January 12, 2021 by MrMakeherWait (see edit history) wether, jboarder64L, bustin2pee and 8 others 9 2 Quote Link to comment
bustin2pee 1,726 Posted January 8, 2021 Share Posted January 8, 2021 Ahh... Thomas' - this is where I came in. Back in the day when the internet was called the web and everything was new, exciting and free (in both senses of the word) Yes, I for one would much appreciate anything resurrected from that time. I'm guessing Paul might have been Paul Tester? Thanks for posting it. Quote Link to comment
MrMakeherWait 162 Posted January 8, 2021 Author Share Posted January 8, 2021 10 minutes ago, bustin2pee said: I'm guessing Paul might have been Paul Tester? I don't think so, they are both mentioned quite separately. Quote Link to comment
wetskipants 840 Posted January 8, 2021 Share Posted January 8, 2021 Very hot story. One of the best. Quote Link to comment
huberp76 3,803 Posted January 8, 2021 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted January 8, 2021 Great story! Thank you for posting. I love it that she was made to hold until she could not hold it anymore. Hot that the guy was so horny, from her desperation that he was cumming. Quote Link to comment
wether 578 Posted January 8, 2021 Share Posted January 8, 2021 Thanks for the great story. The desperation description was really arousing 🙂 Quote Link to comment
jboarder64L 766 Posted January 8, 2021 Share Posted January 8, 2021 Ahh , the good old days! I love this stuff!! This brings back so many memories of clicking on things I shouldn’t have on my parents computer..... frantically clicking as I try in vain to kill the pop up ads faster than they come up and then the classic, “This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down immediately”..... Ohh the terror, as my adolescent mind wondered when the cops would be kicking the door in and taking me away for looking at naughty things on the computer. 😂😂 Awesome story! Thanks for sharing!! Quote Link to comment
MrMakeherWait 162 Posted January 8, 2021 Author Share Posted January 8, 2021 Well, it seems like more than a few are enjoying so I will probably try to pick some other classics and try to make a habit of sharing one perhaps weekly (cause it takes a little time, and so as not to spam the list). I'm thinking of "Making Her Wait" next (7 parts, maybe post one each day - single thread) next, just cause with my name I feel like it's a given I should do that one at some point, LOL. Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted January 10, 2021 Share Posted January 10, 2021 I know it is showing my age but wow I loved reading this again as really was a story that caused such excitement in my teenage years MrMakeherWait 1 Quote Link to comment
Apan 570 Posted January 16, 2021 Share Posted January 16, 2021 I swear by the tomb of my days's origin that I hadn't seen neither this nor the Jane thread when I posted my assorted Wetset findings yesterday! Perhaps there's something in the water right now for digging up vintage WS material? Actually, milling some more Wetset stuff through the archive machine did cross my mind as well, so I might just do that in due time, like you did here. Good findings, especially this one. Once again an excellent story which somehow escaped me back in the days. The suspense was second to none! Please do continue your archeological quest, there are obviously tons of forgotten classics among the annals of internet history. Quote Link to comment
pguy69 497 Posted February 24, 2021 Share Posted February 24, 2021 Paul Tester's stories are my all time faves. I miss tgc hugely and would love to see more classics reappear! Quote Link to comment
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