Posted by Emma on July 08, 2008 at 02:29 [88.110.32.72]
This a mixture of fact and fiction. I will leave you to work out which is which.
To supplement my income as a classroom assistant, I mark exam papers. This means that three times a year I have to attend a weekend markers conference. I look forward to these, meeting old friends and especially one – Guy- who started at the same times eight years ago. Over those years we have developed a close and intimate friendship, not a physical one! We meet three times a year always have our meals together and over the year share e mails and sometimes phone calls from work. We share a lot the good and the bad and know a great deal about each other. In a way we depend on each other. He is married and I respect that.
My last meeting was two weeks ago. I take a three hour train journey, then walk from the station to the conference centre where I stay.
I find that I get very thirsty travelling by train and I drink a lot of water. I always try not to have to use the train loos , as after a longish journey they aren’t always very clean! When I get to that station it’s a ten minute walk . This time I needed to wee when I arrived at the station but decided to wait till I got to the centre as the time was getting on and I didn’t want to keep Guy waiting for dinner. ‘You’re a big girl’ I told myself, ‘You can wait’.
When I got to reception to book in, my need to wee was urgent and as I signed the forms I was clinching my muscles tightly and squeezing my legs together. It was so bad that as I stood there I felt myself pee a little in my pants. I squeezed together and held it. When I got to the lift – thankfully it was empty and waiting- I got inside and immediately thrust my hand udders my skirt holding myself tightly. I felt a little tingle of excitement as I felt my slightly wet knickers but I was also desperate not to pee any more as the floor of the lift was carpeted.
Somehow I got to my room and opened the door, the next things all happened in split seconds. I got inside the room, dropped my bag, the door slammed behind me and I dived for the loo already wetting myself as I did. Something must have told me I didn’t have time to get my knicks down and I didn’t want to pee on the floor and have to clean it upon, so bunching upon my skirt I sat on the loo and completely wet myself soaking my knickers. I remember gasping with relief. I would have liked to have ………….. but I didn’t have time so I washed myself changed and left my wet pants draped over the bath.
When I got downstairs Guy was waiting and we had dinner and a very pleasant chat. I kept feeling surges of arousal at the thought of what I had done!
After the meal we went for a walk around the campus and then decided on coffee. The bar was crowded so I suggested we had it in my room, we had before.
When we got there I asked him to fill the kettle , only as he went to the bathroom to do that did I remember my wet pants on the bath. I felt myself blushing as he returned, he put down the kettle and then aid .
Who’s been a naughty girl then?’
I was so embarrassed we were close together and I buried my head on his shoulder and told him it was an accident and that I was so embarrassed that he had found out.
He laughed and said,
‘poor you, never mind accidents happen.’
I told him that at 42 it would be embarrassing to admit to wetting myself laughing, but to have to do so because I couldn’t wait was doubly embarrassing.
‘Don’t you mind?’ I asked.
‘No ‘ he replied, ‘it’s a bit sexy really.’
I was conscious of his arm on my back and I raised my head, we just looked at each other.
‘we’d better get the coffee’ I said.
‘yes’ he agreed
Neither of us moved then slowly we moved together our lips met and we were kissing each other furiously. Then I felt is hands slide around and move under my top and stop. I broke away from the kiss long enough today yes. He rubbed my breasts a I was lost.
I slipped my hands to his waist and undid his jeans slipping my hands inside and stroking his very erect penis thought his briefs.
The he whispered in my ear,
‘would you be a naughty girl again and wet your knickers for me?’
I couldn’t wait to oblige. I did need to ‘go’ and this was so exciting.
We made our way to the bathroom still kissing named stumbling and laughing.
Inside I slipped off my skirt and stood there in my pants, thankful that I was wearing some that were new and sexy!
I stood in the shower and wet them as he watched. He then took off his jeans that were round his ankles anyway and he got in facing me. He kissed me, I slipped his penis out of his pants – with difficulty as it was so hard, and slipped it between my legs against my wet knickers. We didn’t stay like that for log, he grabbed a towel and took me by the hand leading me to the bed and ……………………….
I don't know what this will do to our friendship