The Bathroom

The Bathroom

GROPING SHONA PART TWO- THE DATE

After that delicious sexy encounter I had with Shona in the cupboard at work, we exchanged our phone numbers, but we rarely contacted each other outside of work. Now, at almost every waking moment I keep thinking about her. At work, I would plan my movements so it could mean walking past her desk at regular intervals. At weekends, while I was out shopping, at the launderette washing my clothes, or even going out with fellow colleagues or friends, I would remind myself of the incident and wonder how I would get the chance to go out with her.

At night, before I went to bed, I often fantasise of her needing to wee while masturbating. I wanted to see her in private again so badly. After doing some initial research, I found out that Shona didn’t have a boyfriend, so one morning while at work, I decided to pluck up some much needed courage and ask her out. As I approached her desk, I began to sweat and my mouth became dry.

“Hi, Shona,” I said.

“Hey, what’s up?” Shona replied.

“Is there any chance we can go out again on Saturday, maybe go to the cinema, watch a show, or have a meal, and if we’re in the mood, something more?”

“I don’t know if I’ve got something in my diary- oh, stuff that, the answer’s yes.”

“Okay then, I’ll pick you up at 7.30-8 o’clock?”

“You’re on,” Shona replied.

I then made my way to the toilet where I said to myself, “Yes!”, while making a triumphant punch in the air. Everything else went out of the window for the rest of the week as I made preparations for Saturday night. We were going to see a movie at the cinema, then go back to my place for a meal, no frills.

Saturday night came and we agreed to meet outside the cinema. When I saw Shona, she looked georgeous. Her shiny, long brown hair flowed freely, and she was wearing a plain yellow t-shirt with white jeans and a pair of trainers.

“You’re looking nice tonight,” I said, paying her a complement.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she replied.

The movie had already started, so we went inside and were quickly settled down to watch. About twenty minutes later, I noticed that Shona was beginning to start fidgeting in her seat a little. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but throughout the movie, she was continuing to shift on her seat. I couldn’t concentrate on watching the movie when I can look at this sexy brunette sitting next to me. Moments later, she put one hand in her crotch and crossed her legs… it was at that point that I felt she needed to wee badly. My dick started to stir while watching Shona’s predicament. If she needed to wee, why didn’t she just leave the cinema to use the toilets, which were only around 50 metres away? Shona continued to fidget with one hand inbetween her legs and moaned silently.

I slowly slid one hand on one of her legs and stroked it. Shona took her free hand and placed it on my trousers, feeling my now erect penis through the material. She then looked at me and said to me softly “I need to wee again. If it’s alright with you I’ll try to hold it until the end of the movie.” When I heard that, I got excited even more. We spent the rest of the film sensually stroking each other.

We had to compose ourselves when the movie ended, but Shona was still struggling to hold her wee in. I asked her if she wanted to use the toilet, but she declined. “Let’s go back to my place so we can have some fun,” she said.

Now that was an offer I couldn’t refuse. After what seemed an eternity, we eventually got to Shona’s flat, and she stood in the hallway, bending double with both hands between her legs.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, softly.

“I want you to wait just a little while longer,” I replied. As I was watching her get even more desperate, I shoved one hand inside my trousers to grab my stiffer penis and rubbed it for a few moments. This was beginning to excite me even more. I went to approach Shona and started to stroke her body through the material of the t-shirt. I pushed one hand under the t-shirt and started to grope both her breasts. I then put my face up to her to give her a loving peck on the cheek.

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” I said, and Shona grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs.

As we entered the bathroom, we started to kiss each other. I asked Shona to unzip her jeans and pull them down slightly. She did so, and within moments, one hand had slid down to her knickers, which had become soaked with her juices. I then slipped two fingers under her knickers and pushed them inside her pussy. That made her squeal, which made release a small jet of wee which dampened the inside crotch of her jeans. I kept pushing my fingers in and out of her until she was squealing with pleasure. But I wasn’t finished yet.

I immediately ripped off my clothes so I was only in my underpants, then I took Shona’s t-shirt off to see her lovely lacy bra and cleavage. Her breathing became heavier and heavier now, as I finally pulled my penis out from my underpants. I asked her to turn her back to me, and bend over. I pulled her knickers aside to push it right inside her. She squealed again, and let out another small jet of wee. I knew that it may not be long before she loses control entirely, so I started pumping inside her as quickly as I could. The combination of her desperation with my pumping started to make her moan and scream with delight.

“Harder! Harder!” Shona screamed. She was getting so worked up. While I was pumping her, she kept leaking jets of wee which continued to dampen both my penis and her white jeans under her. Then all of sudden, she squeezed my legs and began to stiffen her body.

“Ohhh, I’m coming, I’m coming!” she shouted. I felt at that point she was beginning to come massively, so I continued to pump as hard as I could until I too was beginning to come. Shona then yanked my penis out of her pussy, and pulled up her jeans, fastening her zip and top button. She then stood with her legs parted and started to wet herself. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as she felt the warm urine drench the inner thighs of her white jeans and flowed down her legs.

My eyes stared at the liquid soaking the material. At that point, I masturbated myself to come, and shot loads of my built-up semen over her jeans. I then reached down to slowly feel the soaked crotch of her jeans…. that felt good. We both moaned again in ecstasy. After a few moments, we began to compose ourselves, looking at the wet mess we made on the bathroom floor.

“That what great, I needed that,” said a very relieved Shona. “This has to be the best date I ever had.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. We spent the rest of the night having more sex in her bed. I eventually left her flat at around two on Sunday afternoon! This was arguably the best date I ever had… and it was with the young woman I fancied.