Posted by Lionheart on December 03, 1998 at 10:36
In Reply to: Drunk Girls Peeing... posted by Forsberg on December 02, 1998 at 11:04
Here's what happened in 1993;
One weekend night, my wife and I decided to spend a relaxing evening at home, and we were drinking beer (me) and wine coolers (her) while watching the tube.
After a couple of hours and a couple of coolers and brew, we decided to gradually migrate to the bedroom to get ready for bed, and my wife went into the bathroom to do the usual nightly routine.
Neither of us is shy in front of the other, so I went in to brush my teeth as she was sitting on the toilet, not expecting anything unusual to be happening.
Now, my wife is one of those people who gets noticably tipsy after one drink, and she had had two wine coolers, and was a little tipsy and slow, but still fairly coherent. However, she failed to realize that although she had pulled her sweat pants and top off to prepare fore bed, she was sitting on the toilet with her white cotton bikini panties still very much in place.
I suddenly didn't want to say anything out of the ordinary, so as not to inadvertently alert her to what was about to happen, as she hadn't yet started peeing. In fact, I brushed my teeth, and went back to the bed and layed down, and as I did, I casually mentioned to "go ahead and pee, so we can snuggle together."
She then mumbled "okay, just give me a minute", and then I waited for a few seconds for the tell tale noise to begin. Sure enough, after about 10 seconds, I heard her stream forcing itself through her white cotton, dribbling irregularly into the toilet.
I couldn't resist taking a peek at her, and saw that, although the stream was at full force, she had a quizical expression depite having her eyes closed.
After she finished, I came up and kissed her while she was still sitting there, which startled her slightly in her semi-groggy state. "What's matter?" she mumbled.
"Oh, nothing at all," I replied. "I just thought you deserved a nice kiss, that's all."
She grinned, and kissed mye back, but then got that quizzical expression again, and said "Doesn't feel right."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Panties...feel weird.." she mumbled.
"Let me feel," I offered, gently stroking her sopping mound through the cotton. "Oh, honey, you did it...yes, you peed your panties. That's my good girl!"
At this, she seemed to come back to a higher state of alert, and was mildly perturbed about what she'd done, but not extremely upset, given the alertness of my woody which was straining against my briefs.
I helped her out of her drenched panties, and we went to bed for a good night of powerful sex.
Hope you like it!
LH
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