Posted by Arnold on May 11, 2001 at 07:26
The story was based on fact with a generous helping of fantasy. I do the family shopping, mainly because we only have one car and I do the supermarket shopping on my way home from work. One evening, I was chatting to the checkout girl, as I often do, and I was asking whether she enjoyed the job. She said she did, but it had its problems, and one of them was "getting desperate". I tried hard not to appear mega interested, but you can imagine how I felt. I would have loved to ask her more, but there was a queue behind me, so I just said "I think I know how you must feel", and smiled at her.
Today I decided to go back to that same Supermarket where I had had the very interesting conversation with the desperate checkout girl. I was hoping I could see her again but this time I was going prepared for some real desperation excitement. I thought about what to wear for my own desperation act. I thought of wearing my nylon shorts but that would have been out of the question at this time of year. Also, they are too revealing to wear in public, particularly since the smooth silky feeling of the nylon against my cock is enough to give me a hard-on even when I am not desperate. So I decided to play it safe and wear cotton tanga briefs and my well worn and washed out faded jeans. I had several mugs of tea before I set out on my shopping trip, and was feeling fairly full but not yet desperate as I drove to the shop. I entered the supermarket and picked up a few items and made my way to the checkout area, hoping to see that particular girl. I was disappointed not to see her, so I lingered a bit longer in the shop, as I started to enjoy the excitement of the buiding up of the pee feelings. The feeling of anxiety and impending arousal was getting to me. This was real desperation coming on, it was not going to be a fake show. Just then I saw her come on duty. I thought, thats no good, she won't be desperate because she's just started her shift. But then I thought, I can hint at my situation as I go through her checkout and maybe that will be a real test of whether she is interested. So I nervously made my way to her checkout. There were a couple of people ahead of me, and by now I was literally hopping, doing the "pee dance". I could see her giving me the occasional quick glance as she checked out the other shoppers ahead of me. Yes, she was interested all right. Then it was my turn to be served. I smiled and said the usual "Hi, how are you to-day". She said "I'm fine to-day, not like the other day, you know". I could see her eyes were fixed on my crotch, where my cock was starting to stir with the suspense of my desperation and also not knowing how she would react. So I said to her "Its my turn to-day, if you know what I mean". She looked again at my crotch as I bent over the trolley to put some things in. She had a good view of my crotch and fortunately the others in the queue could not see, because just then I started to lose control and one mighty spurt of pee jetted into my tight briefs. A long dark patch appeared down my left leg and her eyes opened really wide when she saw this. She said quietly "You'd better hurry now, I know what its like once it starts coming". This nearly sent me over the top, but I realised where I was and with immense self control stopped myself from totally flooding my jeans. I hurried from the shop and just made it to the public toilets outside. I hope to see her again at her checkout, but now I'm wondering what the next conversation will be like.
The next time I went to the supermarket, I was determined to try to take things further with that hot checkout girl. I kept thinking about her sitting at her checkout, getting more and more deperate. I found myself thinking about how she was feeling. I kept visualising me having an upskirt view of her at her checkout desk, with me watching her pee bursting through her hot panties as she sat there. Well, I thought, how do I get to talk to her. I came up with a plan to give her my mobile phone number and see if she would phone me. So next time I went to the supermarket, I went prepared with a slip of paper with my mobile number and just one word 'Desperate' written on it. Then I would 'accidentally' give it to her when I handed over my credit card to pay for the shopping.
The next day, I put my plan into action. I cooly gave her my credit card with the piece of paper folded round it, which I noticed she took quickly and briefly glanced at it, without saying anything. I noticed she put it at the side of her till. For one moment I thought I was in trouble, maybe she would call her supervisor. Then she noticed my worried look, and she quickly whispered to me, "I'll try to get back to you later".
I went home excited at what might happen. My wife and the kids were away at her sister's for a few days, so I was free to have a bit of fun. At about six thirty, my mobile rang. I nervously answered it and heard a female voice say "Is that Mr. Desperate?" I immediately knew it was her, that lovely hot desperate checkout girl. I said I knew what she enjoyed, and I was into the same things. I could tell she was interested but she was naturally a bit wary of meeting me. After all, she didn't really know me. I suggested meeting on neutral ground. There was a pub near the supermarket where we could meet. I sugested meeting at seven thirty. She said OK to that, see you then. I wanted to be in the right mood to meet her, so I needed to get a bit desperate myself. I went to the fridge and poured out a large glass of coke, and then another. I knew that in an hours time the urge to pee would be building up and I would get an extra buzz talking to her while I was on the edge myself. Soon I was at the pub, and saw that she (her name was Amanda), was already there. I guess she had come in straight from work, but now she was in her casual clothes. She was wearing a short coat and beige cotton trousers, which hung nicely on her slim frame. My eyes were drawn to her well rounded breasts and firm looking bottom. She was, I guess, in her mid-thirties, with shortish dark hair. I asked her what she would like to drink. She asked for a lager shandy - good I thought, lots of liquid will get her in the mood. I was feeling quite full myself by now, so I thought I would really test my powers of retention by having a pint of lager. I picked up the drinks and we went to sit at a table well tucked away in a dark corner of the lounge. We started talking, both of us a little bit shy ay first, then she started to confide in me that she had got to enjoy desperation as a means of brightening up the boring day sitting at the checkout. She told me how she would savour the pleasure of increasing arousal as her bladder got fuller and the feeling of pressure gave her those wonderful feelings. I confess I got a massive erection as she shyly told me how there was no one else she could confide in. She said no one else understood. How I would have loved her to pee all over me there and then! I said I enjoyed all the same stuff. Then she said "I noticed your expression when you wet yourself the other day at the checkout, I knew you liked it, I peed in my panties too when I saw you do it. I had to sit at my checkout for a whole hour with soaked panties and soaked skirt".
This confession nearly blew my mind and my nuts all at the same time. By now, I was really, really, desperate. And I had a massive hard-on. I could not get up to go the Gents without it looking very obvious. I whispered to her "I'm really desperate now, and I can't get up to go to the loo, I've got a hard-on". She said, "Oh lovely" and she felt under the table and gave my cock a quick squeeze through my jeans. That was too much for me, a mighty spurt of pee came out into my jeans. She didn't take her hand away, but gently rubbed her fingers along the length of my cock through the warm pissy material. That sent me totally over the top, and I involuntarily let out another three mighty spurts of pee, totally soaking one side of my jeans. I was past caring now, and put my hand under the table and felt her through the crotch of her cotton trousers. The material was lovely and soft, and I could feel her inviting softness through the thin material. I gently rubbed my fingers against her and then felt a sudden spurt of her warm wetness. She shuddered a little and her eyes were half closed. I could tell she was fighting it. Then she said, "We can't carry on here". I pulled my coat over my very noticeable erection and tried as best as I could to cover the wet patch in my jeans, and we hastily left the pub. We tried to get back to my car, which was parked in the supermarket car park. I had thoughts of maybe having some fun with Amanda on the back seat of the car on the old travel rug which I keep for emergencies. But before we got very far, Amanda said she couldn't make it and started to hop about and hold herself between her legs. This excited me so much I felt my own pee starting to spurt again, and my briefs were by now completely soaked. The supermarket car park was now completely empty except for my car. It was obvious we wouldn't make it to the car, and anyway the amount of pee which was about to flow would be beyond the capabilities of the old travel rug to soak it up. Just then Amanda said she knew a place we could go at the back of the supermarket. It was a little area hidden from public view where the goods were delivered. We hurried to this secret spot, and Amanda leaned back against the wall, her legs slightly bent. She gasped with relief as torrents of pee flooded from between her legs, pouring through her thin cotton trousers and over her shoes. I held her close and let my own pee go. It was all too much for me and I felt myself coming with spurts of hot sperm in my piss soaked briefs. Amanda was totally drained, both physically with the release of her pee and also with the emotional release of being able to share the experience with someone who understood. We went back to the car, and I spread the old travel rug across the seats to stop our pee soaked clothes from causing too much mess. I drove Amanda back home. She said I couldn't come in because she lived with her partner. He didn't understand her special needs but she said she was so grateful for my understanding her. I was so happy to have helped in this way, even if a lot of the pleasure was for my own release as well. She will keep my mobile number, and we hope to do it again when we can.
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