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Wet Stories
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I took a cleaning job in the movie theater. It wasn't much of a job, but I went ahead and took it because I really only wanted a little bit of extra spending money. I don't recall what was playing that certain night, all that I do remember is that it was mid November and Kareen had arrived at my theater. It was my night to take care of the restrooms and Carl's night to take care of the theater cleaning. (Lucky Me) She arrived in a truck, which her friend Janine had stalled in the parking lot. That "feat" made it all the more possible for her fate (which I began to plot in my head right then and there) to be inescapable. From a distance I watched her order 3 large sodas during the duration of the movie, and not once did she hit the restrooms. It was a 3-hour movie and I'm sure she must have needed to pee by this point. But then I thought, "What if the restrooms are 'out of order,' what would she do in that case?"
Then a miracle happened. Janine had no idea who I was at the time; but I felt her tap upon my shoulder. Kareen was nowhere in sight. She asked me "Is it okay for you to give my friend and I a ride?" Vengeance just surged through my veins right then and there. Obviously I said, "Sure, no problem at all!" I was overjoyed at this point.
Kareen was wearing white khaki pants and a red sweater with a grey scarf. Janine was happy to see her scurry up and she stated, "Hey K, isn't this great? This nice guy is going to give us a ride home, so hurry up and get in the truck."
It's only a pity that I didn't get to see the look on her face when she heard that bit of news. She stepped in. My truck wasn't the greatest in the world. It had no heater whatsoever, but there was plenty of ventilation from underneath the dash where the vents were jammed open. Cold air was always leaking in creating quite an undesirable breeze. It was also known for stalling whenever I stopped. It was about 50 minutes to her their home- so it beat walking.
About 20 minutes into the ride, I heard Janine lean over (not all that quietly) and whisper in Kareen's ear, "I thought you pissed out in the back parking lot before we left- get your hands away from your crotch before he thinks that you are playing with yourself." That is when K exclaimed, "I couldn't wee before! There were way too many people around!"
"Well, can't you wait another half hour?" Janine said with her teeth clenching.
"NO! I can't wait a minute longer! In fact I have already leaked a little bit! Can you ask him to pull over?" Kareen asked with her face starting to turn red and her eyes starting to water up.
Janine sharply told her "NO! this truck will stall if he stops, he already told you that, so just shut up and hold it, you can wait another 20 or so minutes; don't be such a baby. I don't think we should stop on this road, it's a dangerous road to stop on and we could be stuck for days in all this snow!"
About 15 minutes went by when Kareen all of a sudden jumped over Janine and slammed my foot into the gas peddel not only causing the truck to spin right into a snow bank but also to permanently stall. During the entire spin K shouted, "STOP! I HAVE TO TAKE A GOD DAMN PISS!!!" However to her dismay the truck landed in the snow bank on its side. Not only that, but somehow the rear end of the truck smashed into a tree causing it to fall upon the driver's side door so both ways out of the truck were now blocked. We were stuck like chuck until a plow came along- that hopefully wouldn't be until 6 am the next morning.
Inside, all of our bodies were on top of each other with my right arm stuck between Kareen's legs! My heart started to race because I knew how bad she had to pee, and how long it would probably be until help arrived. I didn't think for a second she would be able to hold it in that long and my excitment grew with the thought of her hot piss hitting my arm and running all down my body. Those thoughts prevented me from yelling at her; scolding her for causing us all to be in the position we were in, so instead of that I asked if she was ok, which she said she was except that she felt embaressed that we were somewhat locked together as we were. A few seconds later I felt her legs tighten against my arm and as our eyes met she she said, "sorry, I have to pee real bad." I told her it was ok, just concentrate on holding it, someone would probably soon stop and get us out.
Fifteen minutes passed and every few she continued applying her leg lock to my arm and I thought it was starting to feel moist. No it was definately getting wet. Since she had been wearing a short skirt only her panties were between my arm and her pussy and now in addition to her leg squeezing she was grinding that hot pussy into my arm, doing just about everything she could in her struggle to remain dry but she was losing the battle. Under her breath I heard her sort of yell, "shit," and next I realized she had taken one of her hands and was pushing it down there between her legs. As our eyes met I saw her face wearing a very distorted expression and I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before her flood gate opened. She said, "sorry, can't help it; can't hold it much longer," and with that she sort of stretched her legs out as best she could, pulling hard on what must of been a very aching and tortured pussy; one filled so tight with way too much pee that she then put her second hand over the first as she tried to apply even more pressure on her already wet little pee hole. She was bitting her lip, had her legs were locked so tight my arm was getting numb but I thought I smelled fresh pee, I thought my arm was warming up. She gave a yell and started rubbing her pussy with what appeared to be great pressure but it was no use. Pee was leaking, she yelled to herself, "no; I can't," and then it happened. An amazing flood of hot liquid came flooding out from around her hands from between her legs, and ran down my upper arm to my chest and down my shirt till I could feel her hot pee on my very stiff woodie down there. She started crying and she kept rubbing her now soaking wet pussy yelling for it to stop but her gate would not close. Her friend yelled at her, calling her a baby and teasing her and that didn't help. She pissed for well over a minute; probably closer to two until it finally stopped. The smell and feel of her hot pee all over me drove me wild. It was a time I would never forget.
Then a miracle happened. Janine had no idea who I was at the time; but I felt her tap upon my shoulder. Kareen was nowhere in sight. She asked me "Is it okay for you to give my friend and I a ride?" Vengeance just surged through my veins right then and there. Obviously I said, "Sure, no problem at all!" I was overjoyed at this point.
Kareen was wearing white khaki pants and a red sweater with a grey scarf. Janine was happy to see her scurry up and she stated, "Hey K, isn't this great? This nice guy is going to give us a ride home, so hurry up and get in the truck."
It's only a pity that I didn't get to see the look on her face when she heard that bit of news. She stepped in. My truck wasn't the greatest in the world. It had no heater whatsoever, but there was plenty of ventilation from underneath the dash where the vents were jammed open. Cold air was always leaking in creating quite an undesirable breeze. It was also known for stalling whenever I stopped. It was about 50 minutes to her their home- so it beat walking.
About 20 minutes into the ride, I heard Janine lean over (not all that quietly) and whisper in Kareen's ear, "I thought you pissed out in the back parking lot before we left- get your hands away from your crotch before he thinks that you are playing with yourself." That is when K exclaimed, "I couldn't wee before! There were way too many people around!"
"Well, can't you wait another half hour?" Janine said with her teeth clenching.
"NO! I can't wait a minute longer! In fact I have already leaked a little bit! Can you ask him to pull over?" Kareen asked with her face starting to turn red and her eyes starting to water up.
Janine sharply told her "NO! this truck will stall if he stops, he already told you that, so just shut up and hold it, you can wait another 20 or so minutes; don't be such a baby. I don't think we should stop on this road, it's a dangerous road to stop on and we could be stuck for days in all this snow!"
About 15 minutes went by when Kareen all of a sudden jumped over Janine and slammed my foot into the gas peddel not only causing the truck to spin right into a snow bank but also to permanently stall. During the entire spin K shouted, "STOP! I HAVE TO TAKE A GOD DAMN PISS!!!" However to her dismay the truck landed in the snow bank on its side. Not only that, but somehow the rear end of the truck smashed into a tree causing it to fall upon the driver's side door so both ways out of the truck were now blocked. We were stuck like chuck until a plow came along- that hopefully wouldn't be until 6 am the next morning.
Inside, all of our bodies were on top of each other with my right arm stuck between Kareen's legs! My heart started to race because I knew how bad she had to pee, and how long it would probably be until help arrived. I didn't think for a second she would be able to hold it in that long and my excitment grew with the thought of her hot piss hitting my arm and running all down my body. Those thoughts prevented me from yelling at her; scolding her for causing us all to be in the position we were in, so instead of that I asked if she was ok, which she said she was except that she felt embaressed that we were somewhat locked together as we were. A few seconds later I felt her legs tighten against my arm and as our eyes met she she said, "sorry, I have to pee real bad." I told her it was ok, just concentrate on holding it, someone would probably soon stop and get us out.
Fifteen minutes passed and every few she continued applying her leg lock to my arm and I thought it was starting to feel moist. No it was definately getting wet. Since she had been wearing a short skirt only her panties were between my arm and her pussy and now in addition to her leg squeezing she was grinding that hot pussy into my arm, doing just about everything she could in her struggle to remain dry but she was losing the battle. Under her breath I heard her sort of yell, "shit," and next I realized she had taken one of her hands and was pushing it down there between her legs. As our eyes met I saw her face wearing a very distorted expression and I knew that it wouldn't be much longer before her flood gate opened. She said, "sorry, can't help it; can't hold it much longer," and with that she sort of stretched her legs out as best she could, pulling hard on what must of been a very aching and tortured pussy; one filled so tight with way too much pee that she then put her second hand over the first as she tried to apply even more pressure on her already wet little pee hole. She was bitting her lip, had her legs were locked so tight my arm was getting numb but I thought I smelled fresh pee, I thought my arm was warming up. She gave a yell and started rubbing her pussy with what appeared to be great pressure but it was no use. Pee was leaking, she yelled to herself, "no; I can't," and then it happened. An amazing flood of hot liquid came flooding out from around her hands from between her legs, and ran down my upper arm to my chest and down my shirt till I could feel her hot pee on my very stiff woodie down there. She started crying and she kept rubbing her now soaking wet pussy yelling for it to stop but her gate would not close. Her friend yelled at her, calling her a baby and teasing her and that didn't help. She pissed for well over a minute; probably closer to two until it finally stopped. The smell and feel of her hot pee all over me drove me wild. It was a time I would never forget.
