Karen Wooding lives for her 'Dance Advantage' ballet classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. When Suzanna Bennett, the leader of the advanced class, starts to take an interest in her development, Karen finds herself drawn into a world which exceeds her wildest fantasies. When her own private pee game is exposed, Karen has to decide whether to indulge the darker, wetter side of Suzanna. Will she choose to take part in Suzanna’s ‘extra-curricular’ classes?
Wincing, I rubbed my stomach with both hands as I dug them deeper into my jacket pockets and contemplated my options. 45 minutes… given that the station was closed, the options were that I could walk to somewhere that had a toilet, risk waiting until the train turned up or find somewhere on the platform to have a sneaky piss.
My bladder liked the third option. It was immediate and easy. It had been a long while since I’d peed in public. As my bladder continued to fill, the walls ached as they became stretched and I felt an unexpected raft of sensations to accompany my need – excitement and arousal. I decided to play a dangerous little game – I decided that I had to hold it in until 8.30 - thirteen minutes away.
My nether regions were throbbing with the effort of keeping the fullness back. I undid the top button of my jeans, hoping to give my bladder a little more room, to ease the pressure a little. It felt a lot better – the jeans were tight, and that tightness had been restrictive. The reduced pressure on my bladder eased the immediacy of my need… but the encroaching cold made it worse. Smiling to myself, I started walking in little circles, doing ballet moves. They were designed to keep my mind off my bladder but the stretches weren’t a good idea and I kept stopping every so often to grab my crotch discreetly to hold it in.
Suzanna laughed. It was a proper head-thrown-back laugh, as though I had just cracked the funniest joke she’d heard all year. Everybody turned round to look. I hugged myself, feeling uncomfortable under their stares, bracing myself for Suzanna’s public humiliation. “Guess what Karen did on the way home last week, girls. She pissed herself! In the same clothes that she’s wearing now – not once but twice.”
This is a short story of about 7100 words.
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Published November 11, 2013
by Abigail Thornton.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.