The Bathroom

The Bathroom

AT THE COMPUTER

Cherry went to sit down at the computer. She wanted another wet sex session. So logged onto the internet on her computer to look at some sexy pictures of other women peeing and becoming desperate. She liked that because she had drunk two large cups of ice cold orange juice in quick succession. She was wearing a pair of tight white jeans with a sky blue top and sitting on a large towel, which was folded in three places to fit on the chair. While on the chair, she started fidgeting slightly. That felt good, shifting around on her bum, and beginning to enjoy herself.

Then she logged onto a chatroom of one of her favourite fetish websites. She was talking to someone who was only known as the username, “Demon”.

“How are you today?” asked Cherry.

“I’m fine thanks,” replied Demon. “How wet are you?”

“Just started,” said Cherry. She felt she was going to have a great time. The pair continued their conversation.

“Do you like to be desperate?” asked Demon.

“Most of the time…especially right now, lol!” Cherry said.

“I like to wait until I have to go to the toilet. I don’t like having accidents,” said Demon.

“The thrill of it is when a person holds her wee until it’s too late,” Cherry said with a giggle. “If I’m on my own when I’m desperate, I sometimes put my hand to my pussy and then wank myself off. I get the most delicious orgasm, which makes me pee hard afterwards, mmmmmm…”

“Sick bitch, lolololol” laughed Demon. “That must’ve been great. When I was a boy, I was known in my neighbourhood as the Wet Kid… I’d often wet my pants at regular periods, even when I was at home.”

“Why was that?” asked Cherry.

“I don’t know. I had wet myself on the way home from primary school one day. I was at first embarrassed by it, but later I found the experience exciting,” said Demon.

“I didn’t often wet myself when I was young, I was more into desperation, “ said Cherry. “I used to hide behind a cubicle in the school toilets so I could make myself wait as long as possible. I hated using public toilets, so mostly I had to wait all day until I had to go home.”

The pair continued their conversation when Cherry felt herself getting desperate. She crossed her legs and started bouncing on the chair.

“I’ll need to go soon,” she said.

“How desperate are you?” asked Demon.

“Quite a lot, but not too desperate yet,” Cherry replied.

Cherry was now beginning to feel the effects of the orange juice going to her bladder. She continued to fidget and found it difficult to type letters because of her discomfort.

“You okay?” asked Demon. “Your typing’s a bit bad!”

“I really need to go now!” said Cherry.

“Okay, I’ll give you a challenge. Try to hold it for at least an hour, and I’ll give you a gold star,” said Demon.

Cherry accepted the challenge. “You’re on!”

For half an hour, Cherry had wriggled, fidgeted and squirmed on her chair. Her desperation was becoming wilder by now, so she continued to explain to her chatroom friend about her predicament. Later, it go so bad that she had one hand jammed in her crotch whilst trying to type properly. Suddenly she gasped, and felt a little wee escape from her pussy and leak into her panties.

“I’ve leaked!” she said.

“Try to hold it for me… please!” Demon said.

“It’ll be difficult, but I hope to try,” she replied.

Cherry continued to sit and fidget on her chair, with her legs crossed tightly and bouncing repeatedly.

“ Awwww … I need to go badly!” she thought. Later, she had become extremely desperate and was flexing all her bladder muscles in order to keep her wee in.

“You still in trouble?” asked Demon.

“I’m literally wetting my pants!” Cherry replied. She was shaking all over, both her hands were jammed inbetween her legs. She suddenly let go another spurt of wee, which soaked her panties. She widened her legs and looked down to see a small wet patch in the crotch of her white jeans.

“I’ve just leaked again, but it feels great,” she said.

“I wish I could see you in your current predicament!” Demon joked. That’s the beauty of internet chatrooms… two or more people can talk to each other and yet remain anonymous.

Cherry was heading for the point of no return. She felt some more wee soak her bottom. She looked down now at the widening wet patch.

“I’m getting wetter now!” she gasped. She kept trying to hold her wee through flexing of her bladder muscles, but she continued to leak into her jeans.

“I’m not going to make it!” she told Demon on the computer. With that she widened her legs and started to let go. She felt the urine begin to soak her bottom and towel. She described to Demon what was happening.

“ Awwww …it’s great…. I’m feeling the wetness down there!” She gave a huge sigh of relief as her long wee soaked her jeans, towel and the chair.

“Same time next week?” she asked.

“You bet!” Demon replied, and after that, Cherry left the chatroom and shut down the computer.