The Bathroom

 

GROPING
SHONA PART TWO- THE DATE

 

� 2001-10 BTNL2001 Enterprises

 

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.