Posted by Nik on January 23, 1999 at 18:31
I have another story to share with you about an old friend of mine, Cindy. Over the past few weeks, I've posted a couple of stories about her. They seem to have been liked, so I figured I would share another one. The story goes as follows:
Cindy and I were together at a local bar (the same bar where she had the other 'accidents' that I wrote about). We had drank quite a few beers. We weren't totally drunk, but we did have a bit of a buzz. It was getting fairly late, so we decided to walk back to her place and continue our drinking there.
It only took about ten minutes to get back to her apartment, and she had been slight showing signs of desperation the entire way. One moment she wanted to walk fast, saying that she had to pee, and wanted to get home soon. The next moment, she wanted me to slow down so she could keep legs sort of clamped together. All along, she was saying that she should have use the restroom before we left the bar.
Before we entered the door to her apartment building, she paused for a brief moment, took a deep breath, and said "Here goes. Let's see if I can get up the stairs without totally pissing myself." And we started to go up the stairs. It was rather interesting, almost amusing (actually, it was very amusing) to watch her climb the stairs to the second floor while trying to keep her legs clamped together.
After a couple of minutes of her struggling to climb the stairs and stay dry, and my struggling to not laugh hysterically at her, we made it to her doorstep.
She was doing a little pee dance in front of her door while trying to dig her key out her pocket. This would have a been difficult even if she didn't have to pee so bad, as she was wearing really tight jeans.
At this point, I asked her sort of jokingly "This wouldn't be a good time to see if you are ticklish, would it?" She looked at me with a look on her face like she was daring me, yet trying in vain to come across as innocent, and replied "I'm very ticklish. If you tickle me, I will almost definitely piss all over myself. And if you make me piss in my pants, I will make you clean me up."
I thought to myself "How is she going to 'make' me clean her up?" I also came to realize that this would definitely not be a bad thing.
And so I tickled her ribs for about two seconds, and that was all it took. She started to laugh a little, quit dancing, and look at me saying "I hope you plan on cleaning me up, because I'm peeing in my pants."
I looked down at her crotch, and saw the wet spot quickly spread along the inside of her thighs, and down her legs. She was cutting loose with such a force that her pee was come straight through her jeans, and flowing straight to the floor almost as if she wasn't wearing any jeans. I looked briefly at her face to see how she was reacting to her accident. And she was smiling, big time. She definitely appeared to be enjoying it.
I looked back down to watch her peeing cascading out of her jeans by her ankles, and forming a big puddle on the floor. After about a minute, she slowed to down a trickle, then eventually stopped. And she was still smiling.
She then said "You get to dig my key out of my pocket. I don't want to get my hand wet." She didn't have to ask me twice.
After we got into her apartment, I expected her to want to get out of her wet jeans as quick as possible. She didn't seem to be too worried about it, though. I was looking forward to cleaning her up, as she had told me that I would have to do. I was also enjoying looking at her wet jeans clinging even tighter to her legs and ass than they were when they were dry.
She casually went to kitchen and got a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. After drinking about half of the beer, I had to ask "Are you enjoying wearing wet jeans? I didn't think you were going to 'make' me clean you up." She replied "I am enjoying my wet jeans. I almost had an orgasm while I was pissing in them, and I'm going to wear them until I do. Then, you WILL clean me up."
This was a definite test of patience. I could not wait to clean her up, and I was close to orgasm myself, just staring at her wet jeans and thinking about how they got that way.
After about half an hour, she said "I have to pee again. Let's go to the kitchen, the floor is easier to clean up." We stepped in to the kitchen, and she didn't waste much time. She stood there with her legs slightly spread, hands on her hips, and let it flow. After a couple seconds, she started rubbing herself through her jeans as she wet them, moaning the whole time. I was probably moaning, too, as I was creaming in my jeans. She kept rubbing herself for a few seconds after she stopped pissing. When she stopped, she had a big smile on her face, as she let out a big sigh.
Then she said "Now you get to clean me up. It looks like you better clean yourself up, too. I can see that you spunked in your jeans." I replied "You made me do it, I think you should clean that one up."
And so we were off to the shower, both of us very, very happy. I was not only happy about what I had just witnessed and the events that were about to take place (sorry, I'm not going to share those details), but I was also happy because I could see that she obviously enjoyed peeing in her pants, and it shouldn't be that hard to get her to do it again. Life couldn't be any better.
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