The Bathroom

 

FRIENDLY
ENCOUNTER

 

�2001-10 BTNL 2001 Enterprises

 

I have known Brenda for many years as a family friend. It
started when a new family moved into the neighbourhood. I remember the first
time I saw her was when the new family had come to the local family fete. Her
parents were with her. She was eleven at the time and within months our
families got friendly.

 

The following Christmas, Brenda and her family were
invited to dinner. She had been sat next to me at the big meal time. She had
three other siblings (she was the youngest and only girl after older boys). I
began to like her a lot, but obviously not in a sexual way.

 

A few years later, I was sick and off work one day. I
looked out of the window to see Brenda, who was now sixteen, coming home from
school. She kept banging on her front door (she lived just across the road from
us) and found that she was in some sort of distress. Then I saw her grab her
crotch through her schoolskirt. For some reason, I
felt my prick stirring�. I felt embarrassed about it. I became fascinated about
her desperation, which had been growing steadily. My heart started pumping when
she continued to grab herself so tightly that I wondered and waited for the
moment of whether she was going to wet herself.

 

Suddenly, she raced across the road towards our house. I
started hearing banging on our front door. I had to compose myself and walked
towards the door. When I opened it, there was a desperate Brenda, holding
herself tightly and bending double in the most extreme desperation I had ever
seen.

�Thank goodness, er, there�s
nobody at home,and I�m dying
for a piss. Can I use your toilet? She asked.

�S-sure, just down the hall on the right,� I sheepishly replied,
and Brenda raced past me in a mad dash to the toilet. I closed the front door
to head for the kitchen to make some coffee for myself. Brenda must have been
in the toilet for about fifteen minutes when I finally saw her come to the
kitchen.

�Can I stay a bit until someone comes home?� she asked.

�Sure, no problem,� I said. My stares became more fixed
to the several damp patches on the front of her schoolskirt.
She must have been THAT desperate!
When I went to bed that night, I masturbated furiously over that image until I came loads of semen.

 

 

That got me into the watersports
fetish. I wanted to share my fantasy of wetting with Brenda, but that wasn�t
always possible. Over the next few years, Brenda had grown to become a
beautiful young woman of 22 with long blonde hair, brown eyes, and a lovely
figure. By then I became unhealthily obsessed with her. I got jealous every
time I saw her with other boys, also I was also having
problems with my girlfriend Lisa. It was a surprise to me that one afternoon, I
got a  call from
Brenda.

 

�Hi,� she said. �My parents are going away this weekend,
and I�m going to be alone. I need somebody to keep me company�.� and she slid a
hand slowly up and down my left leg, which, as  a result, got my prick stirring. I
couldn�t believe it�. She wanted to be with me.

�Er� fine, I-I�d love to,� I
replied.

�That�s okay, see you  on Saturday,� Brenda purred and gave
me a small peck on my left cheek and walked away. I counted down the days in
anticipation of seeing the woman who I may have fancied for years. I woke up on
Saturday morning wanting to see Brenda immediately, except that I have to do
the basic things like� having a shower, shave, clean my teeth. I didn�t bother
to pack a lot of things in my rucksack because I was only going across the
road.

 

Later, when I nervously reached Brenda�s front door, I
waited a few moments before gingerly ringing the bell. The door opened slowly,
and Brenda greeted me with a huge grin on her lovely face. She was wearing a
tight-hugging white t-shirt which concealed her breasts, and a pink knee-length
skirt. I got invited in and was given a glass of vodka and cola to drink. We
went to sit on the sofa in the living room where we had started talking about
life in general. Brenda had also brought in a large jug of water. To my
surprise, she had drank three glasses whilst I was
still on my one vodka and cola. After a while, I noticed that she was beginning
to fidget slightly.

 

�Are you alright?� I asked.

�Er, no, I�m okay,� she
replied, and started to pour a fourth glass of water from the jug. I then saw
her crossing her shapely legs rather too tightly for my liking. I became more
interested in her antics rather than talking. A couple of hours later, Brenda
had jammed one hand inbetween her legs through her
pink skirt and continued to fidget, and my prick began to stir again. I
continued to pretend not to notice Brenda�s desperation, but she sensed
something was up and gently put a free hand on my increasing bulge through my
trousers, then gave me a slow kiss on the lips.

 

�I like you� and I need to wee� a lot,� she said softly. We then started to hold hands. As we
kissed, I felt that Brenda was fidgeting a lot now.

�Come on- let�s go to the bathroom,� she said. I was
still in shock. I have never got into a similar situation with Lisa. As we
walked towards the bathroom, I noticed that Brenda was holding herself even
tighter than before and almost bending double. When we got inside, Brenda
locked the door behind us and asked me to strip naked. I did as I was told, and
was treated to several moments of Brenda�s extreme desperation. She was
grabbing herself very tightly and was breathing heavily. It was the most erotic
sight I had ever seen, and I was the audience.

 

She took me by the hand and stepped into the shower. With
my hands, I started to caress her slowly, stroking her hair and face, cupping
her breasts, slipping down her body. I tried to take her t-shirt off, but she
stopped me.

�Mmmmmm�
I prefer to have sex with my clothes on,� she whispered. I then lifted her
t-shirt to reveal her sports bra. I cupped a breast with one hand, then
slipping the other slowly under her skirt to reveal her white cotton knickers.
My prick became so stiff I began to press it against her panty-clad pussy. We
kissed softly again, and lucky for me, I brought some condoms with me, so I got
one out of the box and told Brenda to slide it over my prick (well, I didn�t
want to get her pregnant).

 

�Oh, goodness, I really
have to piss,� Brenda said softly, as I pulled her knickers to one side under
her skirt and entered my prick into willing pussy. We had the most mind-blowing
sex and soon Brenda was beginning to buckle under my huge thrusts. She became
more excited by the combination of my prick inside her and her own desperate
need to empty her bulging bladder, and I was enjoying it as well.

 

�Awwww, I can�t hold it any more!� she
squealed. �I�m about to come and piss!�

I began to thrust even harder and she suddenly squeezed
her bum cheeks against my prick.

�AWWWWWWWW, I�M
COMING!!!!!� She seized up, then started to orgasm
violently. She placed one hand between her legs and while she was coming,
started to wee like a fire hose, saturating her knickers, skirt and drenching
her legs. She gave a huge sigh of relief of letting go- she must have drank a
lot of  water.
My prick was still inside her, but I wasn�t ready to come yet, I was close
though. Brenda grabbed hold of my prick, slipped off the condom, crouched down
and started to give me a blow job. I was in ecstasy as she sucked and sucked,
then took it from her mouth and began to yank it.

�Harder! HARDER!�
I screamed and buckled with the building up to my climax. Brenda aimed my prick
to her face. �AHHHHHHWWWWW!!!�
I screamed as I finally shot my semen onto her face. She smeared so much of it
over her. My heavy breathing had begun to die down as Brenda slowly licked the
remaining semen off my prick. I then told her that I was going to wee as well,
so I aimed it at her t-shirt and started to gush my
wee over her. I had a lot of water, plus vodka and cola to get rid of. After I
finished weeing, I stood fascinated at her drenched
t-shirt and bra, which I could see through the wetness.

 

We then sat on the shower floor, completely exhausted. I
nearly spoilt the moment by stupidly asking Brenda, �Did you enjoy it?�

�I loved it� very much,� she replied. �The best sex I�ve
had in ages.�

I couldn�t believe what she was saying. I never had this
much enjoyment with Lisa. As we were in the shower, she suggested we get
cleaned up,  and
slowly removed her wet clothes, putting them in the laundry bag, and put soap
and shampoo into the shower. I turned on the hose and waited for the water to
get warm. We continued to enjoy ourselves as we slowly rubbed the soap�s lather
over each other�s bodies.

 

After we got cleaned up, I got dressed and ready to go
home when Brenda called over to me.

�Don�t go yet, I�ve got another surprise for you,� and
she went to the bedroom. I sat down on the sofa and waited. Within half an
hour, Brenda reappeared again dressed in an orange silky babydollnightie. I stared at her in disbelief and my prick
started to stir again. She sat next to me and winked.

 

�I would appreciate it if you stayed over for tonight as
I�m going to be on my own,� she said. Now that was an offer I couldn�t refuse.
She got out a bottle of wine with two glasses as we settled down on the sofa.
We spent most of the evening talking again, sharing our innermost secrets�.
Well, almost all. At around midnight, Brenda held my hand again, brought me off
the sofa and made a slow walk up the stairs to her bedroom. The lights in the bedroom were dimmed and was well kept and
neat. In one corner there was her bed, single, of course.

 

�Take your clothes, but down to your briefs,� she said. I
did as I was asked. Brenda pulled over the covers of her bed. After we lied
down, we started kissing each other again, then got
engaged in some serious heavy petting. We then wrapped our arms around each
other and fell into a deep sleep�

 

The next morning, I was woken up, by Brenda�s stirring,
who was trying to wriggle free from my clothes.

�Let me go, I need
to piss again!� she squealed, but I wanted to prolong her agony by grabbing
hold of her.

�Don�t, I�ll wet
the bed!� she squealed again. I then jammed one hand to her crotch as we
spent several minutes struggling in bed. Then suddenly, Brenda froze. I then
felt a slight dampness touch my hand. She was about to wet her nightie, and used all the strength of her bladder muscles
to halt the small flow. I then let her go so she could rush to the toilet. I
rolled back the covers to see a damp stain the size of a tennis ball on the
sheet. It looked so erotic to me that I stared at it for a few moments.

 

After having a full English breakfast, both Brenda and I
knew we had to clean up before her parents returned home in the evening. We
both kissed each other goodbye as I returned across the road to my house.

 

I had a great weekend with Brenda, sadly it was the only
time we had sex together, as a couple of years later, she
got married. I was invited to the wedding, but I declined. All I have now is a
great memory of our time together.