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Wet Stories
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I haven't been posting for a while, because I haven't had any good stories, but I've been keeping up. I'm a 18 y/o female, brown hair/eyes, 5'4, 110 lbs.
On Wednesday, my boyfriend was driving me home from his house that night, when I looked at him and noticed that one hand kept on kneading the front of his pants. I asked him if he was all right and he just said. "Yes, I'm fine, I just really have to take a piss. I thought I could hold it but it's one hell of an urge." Finally it got to be too much for him to hold so he swung the car into the parking lot behind a motel. He sprung out of the car and started dashing into the woods. Then he paused, turned around and ran back to turn off the headlights of the car. Then he jogged back to a spot between two trees and proceeded to piss. He stood there peeing for about 2 minutes, before coming back to where I was in the car.
I had asked him if I could go with him and watch, but he told me no because he didn't want to draw attention to himself, and usually when we start in with things like that, it leads to things that can't be mentioned on this site.
Back on the road and less then 20 minutes later he was squeezing his penis again and bouncing his leg up and down! Apparently he had to desperately pee again. This time there was no place to pull over. "Use something else!"
"Like what?" He looked around frantically. "I'd piss myself but I don't want to mess up my mom's car." Digging around under the seat I found a 1/4 full water bottle. I quickly dumped the water out the window and handed him the empty bottle. "Darnit honey, you do it, I need two hands to open my pants, and I'm trying to drive. Plus if I stop squeezing my dick I'll probably piss my pants." So I reached over and unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and pressed the tip against the mouth of the bottle. The second it hit the bottle he let out this immense sigh of relief, finally letting go completely and relaxing. I held the bottle as he peed for a few minutes and filled the bottle about 3/4 full. At a red light he took the bottle from me, squeezed the last few drops into the bottle and closed it. When we got to my house he gave me a kiss and I took the bottle and tossed it in the outside trash.
On Wednesday, my boyfriend was driving me home from his house that night, when I looked at him and noticed that one hand kept on kneading the front of his pants. I asked him if he was all right and he just said. "Yes, I'm fine, I just really have to take a piss. I thought I could hold it but it's one hell of an urge." Finally it got to be too much for him to hold so he swung the car into the parking lot behind a motel. He sprung out of the car and started dashing into the woods. Then he paused, turned around and ran back to turn off the headlights of the car. Then he jogged back to a spot between two trees and proceeded to piss. He stood there peeing for about 2 minutes, before coming back to where I was in the car.
I had asked him if I could go with him and watch, but he told me no because he didn't want to draw attention to himself, and usually when we start in with things like that, it leads to things that can't be mentioned on this site.
Back on the road and less then 20 minutes later he was squeezing his penis again and bouncing his leg up and down! Apparently he had to desperately pee again. This time there was no place to pull over. "Use something else!"
"Like what?" He looked around frantically. "I'd piss myself but I don't want to mess up my mom's car." Digging around under the seat I found a 1/4 full water bottle. I quickly dumped the water out the window and handed him the empty bottle. "Darnit honey, you do it, I need two hands to open my pants, and I'm trying to drive. Plus if I stop squeezing my dick I'll probably piss my pants." So I reached over and unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and pressed the tip against the mouth of the bottle. The second it hit the bottle he let out this immense sigh of relief, finally letting go completely and relaxing. I held the bottle as he peed for a few minutes and filled the bottle about 3/4 full. At a red light he took the bottle from me, squeezed the last few drops into the bottle and closed it. When we got to my house he gave me a kiss and I took the bottle and tossed it in the outside trash.
