The Bathroom
MY NIGHT WITH KELLY BROOK
© 2001-9 The Bathroom
This, my first story, was my
contribution to the now-defunct
THOMAS WATER RESOURCE PAGE
monthly story
competition. The reason I did this was that I saw a picture of Kelly, who is a model
and TV personality,
get caught short in a lovely dress. I wished the lucky snapper had done a
picture of her losing control!
I’d always fancied Kelly Brook ever since she became a
model, and presented shows like “
The
Big Breakfast” and “Select MTV”. I even sometimes wank over her. One day, I saw a magazine competiton:
Win a night with Kelly Brook,
and the prize was, of course, a date with the lady
herself at a plush
I got a surprise a few months later, when I got a
telephone call saying that I won the prize- I was overjoyed at the prospect of
meeting the woman I fancied. A few weeks later, and it came to the night of the
date, and of course, I was nervous. I had put on a black tuxedo with a white
shirt and a blue bow tie.
A representative from the magazine collected me and we
rode in this Limo…it was grand. Within the hour, we reached the restaurant and
when I was shown my table, there was Kelly Brook. She was wearing a long, red
sequined dress.
“Hello,” she said. “I’m Kelly. What’s your name?”
“Er…he-hello,” I stammered
nervously and shook her hand. “I-I’m Neville.”
After we all greeted each other, Kelly, myself, and the mag representative sat down to have a meal. We had a lot to
eat and drink, particularly white wine, which both Kelly and I gulped down. We
were talking about a lot of things, about life in general, and I started to
notice that Kelly’s attention was elsewhere. She started shifting in her seat
and looked restless.
“What’s the matter, Kelly?” I asked.
“Er..nothing
at all,” she replied.
She could’ve fooled me. When a lady starts shifting
around in her seat, it always indicates that she needs to go to the toilet. I
always get excited if a woman gets desperate, but this time, it was Kelly who
needed to go. I pretended to drop a spoon onto the floor. As I looked under the
table, I saw her legs clasped tight together, and she had put one hand inbetween her legs through her red dress. My prick
immediately got a hard on. She never told anyone that she needed to go during
the evening…both the mag representative and I went to
the toilet a few times though.
As the evening wore on, she became more desperate, jumping on the seat, shifting from side to side
and still had one hand inbetween her legs. Finally,
she said, “Okay, I need to go now”, and she got up to walk to the toilet, still
holding myself between her legs. I noticed a wet patch, the size of a
football…. She peed in the back of her
dress! My prick stiffened further and nearly came in my pants. I didn’t
mention it to her so not to embarrass her.
When I got home after the big night, I raced up to my
bedroom, shut the door and had the most intense
wank of my life thinking about Kelly Brook’s
desperation and mini-accident. I came when I saw the wet patch in my mind. I’ll
never forget that as long as I live
.