OmoErotic: 1. The Holding Contest
Nudity, watersports, omorashi, masturbation, cunnilingus, hetero sex.
This originally started as a standalone story, and then I wrote "In-flight Service", and knew that this would be the origin story of Connor
Remember, no fucking." She stood with her hand on her hip next to the open door, daring me to protest.
"I remember. It was the last thing you said before we hung up."
She pulled a strand of dirty blonde hair from face while her green eyes considered me carefully. After a moment, her mouth formed a broad smile. "Cool. You're just here so I can watch you wet yourself," she declared. "So come right on in."
I felt as if I had just passed some kind of test. I understood my purpose here to drink and hold our pee to see who would wet themselves first. Had someone predicted this Thursday evening’s turn yesterday, they’d seem quite mad. She obviously thought her chances were good, and if I were betting? It would be on her.
I’ve been on this fetish forum, Altsyles, for about a year. I enjoyed checking out some of the BDSM and Omorashi posts and posted videos of myself peeing my shorts or of women peeing their pants and otherwise taking part in the community. While browsing a recent thread Sunday concerning our locations, I noticed a post from a woman I follow stating her hometown is Deer Park. That’s only 20 minutes away from me. She also follows me, so I posted I’m from Bayport.
I kept checking to see if she had logged in and stalked her profile (again). She was into holding, wetting, and male desperation; a very promising collection of interests. Last night, her status went green, and a short while later I heard a ding indicating a private message. We’d messaged before, though a couple months had passed since our last exchange.
“Bayport, New York?” Came her quick question.
“Yep, as in 20 minutes from Deer Park, New York.”
Some time passed, then she messaged, “I’m not fucking you, but do you want to get together? Maybe we can do a holding contest.”
“No fucking. Got it. Yeah, I’d love to watch you wet yourself.”
I sent her my number so she could text me, and a moment later my phone rang. It was her. “Do you want me to call you Mr. Piss, or do you have another name I should use?” A woman’s melodious voice spoke.
I laughed. “Connor is my actual name.” I hoped I didn’t sound like a total dork.
“You can call me Zephyra. Same as my profile name,” she paused, “that’s really my name.”
“I’m sure there’s an interesting story behind that.”
“My father was a meteorologist. Zephyr is the name of the west wind.” I could hear her shifting the phone. “Of the various names for the winds, I got the coolest one.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zephyra.”
“The pleasure is all yours,” she said with deadpan delivery, then a short laugh. “Likewise.” There was a momentary silence. “Are you busy tomorrow evening?”
“Um…” I didn’t know how to react. Tomorrow? “Yeah, I mean no, I’m not busy. Where would you like to meet?”
“You’re not a murderer, are you?” she shot off point-blank. “Some sort of psycho-rapist?”
She laughed, “Okay, fair enough. I’ll text you my address. Come over at 7 and wear something light-colored so I can see the wetness better.” She added, “Remember, no fucking.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, but she had disconnected the call. A few minutes later her address appeared in my text messages.
That leads us back to the third Thursday in May, and it was just slightly before 7 when I pulled up to her pale blue split-level with the attached two-car garage and walked into her modestly furnished Long Island home. She was more attractive than I had assumed. Loose waves of mostly blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and her green eyes were bright and quick, flanking a demure nose above a wide mouth with thin lips. Her smile was radiant and sincere, and I couldn’t help but relax a little. She was shorter than I, around 5 foot 4, with smaller breasts but wide hips and ample thighs and butt. She was wearing a long-sleeved mauve t-shirt and dark jeans.
“Do you need one last trip to the bathroom before we get started? I already went.” She swiveled her head and pointed to a bathroom off the kitchen. I caught the sweet scent of amber, mixed with something familiar. Gardenia?
“I went before I left home. I should be good.”
“Okie doke.” She half-shrugged and drew my eyes to the kitchen counter where two tall glasses of water stood. “Only one of them has iocaine powder in it.” I must have looked confused. “Princess Bride? No? Not a fan.”
“Sorry, um, so you’re trying to match wits with a Sicilian? I’ve built up an immunity to iocaine powder.”
Delight spilled from her smile. “You might be fun after all.” She picked up the glasses and handed me one. “Your pants won’t wet themselves. Cheers!” she announced as she clinked her glass to mine.
I lifted the glass to my lips, and she did the same and started drinking until we finished the first 16 ounces. We set our glasses down on the counter, and she reached into a lower cabinet and brought out two water bottles. She filled them from a Brita pitcher on the counter and then handed the pitcher to me. “Can you refill that for me?”
“As you wish,” was my only reply.
Afterwards, she handed me a bottle and led me out of the kitchen and into the attached garage as the overhead lighting flickered to life with a hum. “This is where we’ll end up.” It was an unremarkable garage with plastic totes on a shelf and some lawn equipment. It looked like she often parked her car in here, although it was empty now except for two folding chairs facing each other over a drain, and two small stacks of towels.
“Nice,” I assessed, “you can just hose it down when we’re done.”
She smiled and tapped her head. “Not my first rodeo.”
“Oh? Do you often have fuckless holding contests?”
“Hmmm?” she looked at me. “Oh, right? No, you are actually the first. All the other holding contests include fucking.” The look on my face must have been priceless. “No, you’re my first holding contest. I’ve not met anyone who’s into this like I am.”
“Same girl, same,” I nodded sagely.
“When I said it wasn’t my first rodeo, I meant I frequently hold out here so I can just pee my panties or go naked, standing or squatting or sitting, and I just hose everything down.” She gestured around, “Try not to hit the walls or be a hero and get the ceiling, and we should be fine.”
“I’ll try, but no guarantees.”
“Let’s go for a walk,” she suggested, guiding me toward the garage’s side exit, then down a cement path beside the driveway. “Did you bring a change of clothes?”
“Of course, they’re still in the car.”
“Bring them in when we get back.” We started down the driveway and turned onto the sidewalk as she set a brisk pace, and off we went. It had been a warm enough day for May, and as the evening cooled, the brisk pace helped us to stay warm.
Zephyra was quite bright and witty, and we soon discovered we had enough in common to lose ourselves in conversation until she remarked we needed to head back. We had been walking for a full hour, and our water bottles were empty. The sun was hanging low in the sky when we got back, and I retrieved my clothes from the car, locking it even though the neighborhood seemed safe.
Zephyra had disappeared back into the garage, and I followed. She was adjusting something, and I saw it was a space heater. Probably a good idea since the garage would get chilly once the sun went down. She motioned for me to follow her, and we were back in the kitchen where she refilled our glasses and then handed me the Brita again. She hadn’t said a word, but I still responded with, “As you wish.”
“Good boy,” she said in that light, musical voice of hers. After refilling the water bottles and topping off the Brita, she turned to me. “How’s your bladder doing?”
“Great. Still nothing. Zero out of ten.” I fixed my gaze on her with mock seriousness. “You can just give up right now. I’ll understand.”
“Shut up and drink your water.”
Soon, 16 ounces followed the 20 ounces from the water bottles and the original 16 ounces, contributing to over a liter and a half, and we were off to a good start. Honestly, I had felt the first stirrings of needing to pee, but it was still early. The next hour would be interesting.
I did not have an iron bladder. Despite my 42 years, my bladder remained functional, though not exceptional by “omorashi Olympics” standards. I’d start squirming, then the leaking would begin, and increase until I just started peeing. When I wanted it, I always had enough time to make it to the bathroom. That would not happen tonight.
“Grab your bottle and let’s go hang out until you wet yourself,” I said as whisked my full bottle off the counter and started towards the garage.
“As you wish.” We both chuckled at the role reversal and took the 3 steps down from the kitchen to the garage. It was a little warmer in there now, and I sat down in one of the vinyl-padded folding chairs and took a sip of my water before setting the bottle down on the floor next to me.
I watched Zephyra adjust her clothing before settling in. It was hard to tell how old she was, and we hadn’t discussed it so far this evening. I was guessing early thirties, but she could have been older. Or younger. I really had no clue. She didn’t seem to be weirded out by my age, so I wasn’t even sure it was worth worrying about.
The only reason I thought about it was not because it mattered for our platonic little pee-holding contest, but because I was finding myself attracted to her and beginning to feel dismayed at her “no fucking” reminders. She was quite fuckable.
We sat across from each other, fidgeting in silence for a while. We had conversed glibly on our walk, but now silence hung awkwardly in the space between us. “How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Nervous, like a kid,” came her unexpected answer.
I laughed, “Yeah, me too. But I was asking about your bladder.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” She sat silently for a moment, and then stood up. “Let’s play a game,” she said, proceeding toward the kitchen stairs.
“Wait, are you sneaking a trip to the toilet?” She turned and glared at me before spinning on her heel and disappearing. She returned a minute later with a small folding tray table and a deck of cards.
“Wait, are you sneaking a trip to the toilet?” She said mockingly to me. “Geez. I think you need to drink more water and reflect upon what you’ve done.” She tossed me the deck of cards, which I was not prepared for, and after almost catching it and then almost recovering it, it fell and skittered across the floor. She and I both looked at the box of cards and then at each other. “Wow, you fumbled those cards almost as much as me.”
“You?” I asked incredulously. “How… When did I fumble you? I didn’t realize I was trying to catch you.”
“Are you sneaking a trip to the toilet?” She said mockingly again. Then she laughed. “You are way too much fun. I’m having fun, are you having fun?”
I looked at her as she bent over and picked up the cards. “Uh huh. Fun.”
She sat back down in her chair and slid her hips forward. “Do you think I could hit you in the face with my pee from here?” Her grin was infectious, and I smiled too. “I think you need to be nicer to me, or I might do it.”
“Are you threatening me with a good time?” This development in our conversation struck me as interesting. I imagined her doing it, and for the first time that evening I felt my cock perk up and take notice. I had been trying to keep my expectations low, but that ship had now sailed.
“You’re such a perv, you’d like that. Come to think of it, I’d like it too.” She laughed to herself some more. “Now, what card games do you know?”
“I haven’t played cards for years. I never played much growing up.”
“You’ve got to know something.”
“Well...?” I thought for a moment. “There’s Go Fish, War, Kings in the Corners, although I’m not sure I remember the rules. Um, Spades, Blackjack, and Poker.” She immediately perked up.
“What’s that you say?” She asked with a mischievous smile. “Strip poker?”
“I didn’t…” she cut me off.
“Getting me naked doesn’t let you fuck me. No fucking, remember?”
“OK, forget I mentioned it.”
“Oh, it’s too late for that now.” She looked positively gleeful as she pulled the cards from the box and shuffled them. “Five-card stud? Nothing wild?”
“Um, sure.” I shifted uncomfortably and noticed the garage was a lot warmer than the last time I'd thought about it.
After she dealt, I had a queen of spades, jack of diamonds, nine of diamonds, six of diamonds, and a four of hearts. I looked over at her. “We can trade in up to three cards?”
“Yessiree,” came her cheerful reply.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky.” She grinned again. “But not that lucky.”
I debated what to do. Keep the two highest and hope for a pair, or keep the diamonds and hope for a flush, but lose my strongest card. She traded in two cards and waited for me with a huge smile on her face as I dropped the queen and the five, hoping for some luck. It was only the first hand and I could afford to lose my shoes.
Swiping the two cards off the table and into my hand, I saw the three of diamonds and got a little excited until I saw the black club. It was a six at least, so I ended up with a pair. She laid down her cards, revealing a pair of jacks. I did the same, and she clapped delightedly. “Lose the pants!”
“I was going to start with my shoes.” I remarked as I reached down to slip them off. My cock was nearly at full mast, and I had to shift a little in my chair as I straightened up.
“Hmmm,” she murmured exaggeratedly. “Maybe you don’t want to lose the pants,” which was followed by her musical laughter. “How’s your bladder?”
I paid attention to how I was feeling for a moment. I could feel the need to pee, but it wasn’t imminent yet. “It’s getting there. How about yours?”
“Same. I’ve got time.” She looked at her phone, and I looked at my watch. It was 8:30. The sun hadn’t even set yet; the evening was young. She gathered the cards and shuffled them again.
She won the next hand with another pair. I lost my socks. Next hand, she took her shoes off and then she lost her socks because I won the following hand. I lost the next one and removed my shirt. I caught her looking at me, and her face flushed red.
“No. You can’t prove anything.”
“It’s okay, I’m just surprised.”
“Why? A girl can’t have feelings and desires.” Her chin quivered, hinting at tears, and then she laughed again. “I like your body. I think you’re handsome.”
This frank admission surprised me. “I think you’re attractive too.” She smiled at that and dealt the cards again. This time, I won twice in a row, and she ended up removing her shirt and pants, so she was only wearing a bra and panties, both matching in a pale blue with a little lace. She bit at her lower lip a little, and I thought she looked uncomfortable.
“Are you okay?” I leaned forward, hoping I didn’t sound too concerned. Concerned, but not overly concerned. She didn't seem to like a lot of fuss.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s just… um, it’s just that it has been a while since anyone, since anyone has seen me like this. I thought it would be fun, but now I’m just nervous.” She sat there looking at me.
“It’s been a while for me too, but I’m liking the nervousness.” We both smiled at each other. “We can stop if you want; I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“Dude. I haven’t even gotten your pants off. Then we can stop.”
I checked my watch; it was 8:50. The sun would be down by now, and I picked up my water bottle. It was still halfway full, so I drank half of what remained. Meanwhile, she was smiling to herself as she dealt another hand. I had a pair of nines and crap and traded in three cards. I stood at a pair of nines and won against her pair of fives.
She grew serious, and I could see her considering what to do next. “It’s okay, Zephyra, you don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do. I want to.” She reached up and slid the straps of her bra down her arms and then pulled the back around to the front and unclasped it. It fell away from her, revealing her two apple-sized breasts with perky, thick, pale pink nipples. I could feel my cock swelling again and I hoped it wasn’t too noticeable as I shifted to get everything aligned and comfortable again.
She sat slumped forward, as if minimizing her exposure to my view, but slowly straightened and gathered the cards to shuffle and deal another hand. This time, she beat my single king with a flush. She grinned and sat back, wincing at the cold of the folding chair against her back, and eyed me appreciatively. “Your turn, unless you’re not comfortable.”
I simply stood up, undid my belt, unzipped my jeans, and started them on their way to the floor. She smiled at that and laughed at me almost tripping over the leg as I tried to pull my feet from them. I managed not to embarrass myself, much, and stood in front of her with my preferred wetting shorts, the grey cotton boxer briefs. There was no way to hide the tent formed by my raging cock.
“My goodness, aren’t we excited?” She leaned forward now. “You’re not going to hump my leg, are you?”
“Is that an actual option?”
She took longer than I expected and sadly shook her head.
I sat down and adjusted myself again. I groaned inwardly when I saw a little spot of pre-cum on my briefs. Once the leaking started, they would be a lot wetter than that. Speaking of leaking, I felt an urge to pee and shimmied my hips a little to get it to pass. Zephyra picked right up on that. “Are you holding now?” she asked.
“Yes, it appears to be official now.”
“I’m getting there too.” She took a drink from her water bottle and then set the bottle down. I wasn’t sure if it was deliberate, but she cupped one breast and then pinched her nipple. I was trying not to stare at her, but that simple action ignited my imagination, and I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
She caught me staring. “What?” Now it was my turn to blush.
“Tie-breaking round. Last hand.”
“What? No. At least two more.” She was shuffling again and then started dealing out the cards.
“But the winner of this hand is the winner, and the loser is naked. Game over.”
“Wrong. We play for dares.” She remarked. It sounded like a novel idea, and I had to admit I found the prospect exciting.
Naturally, I lost that hand. I grabbed a towel from my stack and placed it longways over the back of the metal chair and down over the vinyl-padded seat. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me sitting naked on her furniture. If I had known, I’d have showered right before I came over.
“Well?” she queried. “Are you done stalling for time?”
“I wasn’t… fuck it.” I quickly slid the boxer briefs down, revealing my bobbing cock in all its erect glory. “Enjoy this victory, young lady.”
“The first of many, I’m sure.” She looked closely at my briefs on the floor. “Were you leaking?”
I leaked slightly during that final hand. I looked forward to holding longer, maybe an hour or two. “Yes, I’ve started leaking,” I admitted.
“So, you’ll basically start dripping now because you aren’t wearing anything.”
“Yes. I’ll just keep dripping on the floor every few minutes until I can’t hold it anymore.” Depending on how long I held it, I could leak a sizable amount of urine.
“Cool. Once I leak, I’m only minutes away from losing it.”
“Some people don’t leak, and if they do, they usually end up peeing a bit; sometimes they just can’t stop.”
She nodded sagely. “It is interesting how much variety there is in how people hold and what they can handle.” She paused for a moment. “Does jerking off make it easier or harder to hold?”
“Oh, well, there’s a question.”
“It’s OK if you don’t…” I cut her off.
“No, no, you can ask me anything. I’m just not used to anyone having an interest in me like that.” Her face had a gentle smile on it now, and she casually regarded me. I could tell she was a little nervous still and tried not to look at her breasts. Or her thighs where they met at the pale blue panties. So, I looked down at my erect and slightly throbbing penis. “While I’m jerking it, I can’t pee. Actually, while it’s hard, it’s difficult to pee. So, masturbation helps until I cum, and then once that all calms down, there’s nothing preventing me from peeing. I’ll still… oh, yeah, like this.” I pointed at the head of my penis, and little drops of liquid formed at the tip and dribbled down as I sucked in my breath and tightened my sphincter and shaft.
Whenever I had a powerful urge, urine would fill the urethra, and while I could stop it from becoming a flow, it couldn’t go back and had to come out. Hence, the leak. Her eyes widened looking at this and hearing me gasp, and she could see my muscles tense. “Goddamn, that’s hot,” she whispered.
“As you just saw, I’ll still leak, but even if I didn’t stop it, it wouldn’t come out easily.” The towel absorbed the small amount of urine that had dribbled out. Without thinking, I took my finger and, starting from the base, pressed it to the underside and drew it up, pushing any fluid still in it out. A few drops of urine mingled with pre-cum came out, and I used my thumb to rub it over the head.
“Damn,” I heard Zephyra say. Realizing what I had just done in front of her, I offered an apology. “Don’t be sorry,” she responded. “I think it’s cool.”
“Things should calm down shortly once I adjust to this.” I explained. “I’d like to think I have better self-control than this, but you’ve got me all flustered.”
“Oh, sure, blame it on me. Was I asking for it?”
“No, wait, I didn’t mean it like…”
“I’m joking. I’m glad I have some effect on you. It’s nice to… um.” She stopped for a moment, gathering up the cards again and giving them a quick shuffle. “It’s nice to hang out. In your case, literally.” She laughed. “Me too, I guess,” she added as she gave her right breast a squeeze for emphasis.
Seeing her do that caused my imagination to fire off again, wondering what the weight of it would feel like in my hand, or what she tasted like. “Maybe you can stop doing that if we want me to not have this,” I pointed at my still bobbing member.
“Maybe I like you all hot and bothered,” she said in her musical voice, “Just don’t get any ideas. Remember…,” she paused, “No fucking.” I joined her for the “no fucking” part, and we finished her sentence in unison.
“Perish the thought,” I said dryly, and she laughed and started dealing the cards again. “Wait. You still have panties, but I’m done. What are we playing for?”
“I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” She saw me straining and looked down to see fluid leaking out. “So cool.” It was weird having what was basically a stranger scrutinizing my penis and the fluids coming out of it. But I had never shied away from weird.
Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about whatever she had in mind because she lost. To my pair of 10s. Our eyes met over the last hand, scattered on the small table. She gave me a sheepish, feeble grin. I’m sure I looked pleased.
“Sure, play strip poker she said, It’ll be fun she said.” I crossed my arms and sat back. Thankful for the towel between me and the bare metal. “I’m having fun, are you?”
“This is a stupid game, and it was your idea.” She slumped in her chair a little and then abruptly stood up and grabbed a towel from her stack and draped it over her chair like I had. She turned around and started slowly shimmying her panties down.
“That’s its baby,” I encouraged with a chuckle. She quickly finished removing the panties and then spun around and sat down, her hands resting in her crotch.
“How are you feeling, Zephyra?”
“Let’s just say I was glad to stand up and move.” I noticed her thighs appeared to be pressed together out of need and not just modesty. “And Connor, you can just call me Zephyr. Without the A. That’s what my friends call me.” Her smile was soft, and she seemed more vulnerable, almost embarrassed.
“I would feel honored to call you Zephyr then.” We sat glancing at each other, and my hard-on had softened and was now flopped on my thigh, semi-erect. I winced a bit as I suppressed an urge, followed by a leak.
“No, but… there is a sensation in the tip of my penis. It’s hard to describe and makes little sense, but I feel it in the head of my penis. Like the pee is there, but when I squeeze my muscles, it’s mainly my sphincter tightening my prick. Like this,” I explained as I started contracting muscles in my groin and my penis started jerking.
“Whoa. I bet that would feel good…” She stopped and looked away. “Anyhow, so technically when you leak you’ve failed to hold it. Have you already lost?”
“I’ve wondered about that, but no, I’m still holding. Nice try though.” She laughed as I continued. “If I hold long enough, it can look like I’ve wet myself. I’ve had some interesting experiences on long car trips out west. “
“I think I read about one of those.”
“You probably did. As you might have guessed, I’m not shy about my bodily functions.”
She leaned forward. “You are a wealth of information about your bodily functions. Thank you. This evening is much more entertaining and informative than I thought it would be.”
“Likewise. I did not know you were so…” I stopped. I selected “fun” from many options.
“That’s me, a fun girl in a fun-sized wrapper.”
“I’ve enjoyed unwrapping you.” Afraid my hard-on would return, I took a deep breath to clear my head. I wanted to keep some small illusion of control. She pulled her hands from her lap and started gathering the cards, her thighs still together. After a few quick shuffles, she started dealing again. “We’re playing for dares now?” I asked, “Is that what you said?”
“Yes, dares,” she replied distractedly. “Winner dares the loser to do anything, and you can’t refuse.”
She looked at me as if she were going to scold me. “No. Now say it with me,” she paused, and I joined in with, “no fucking.” She laughed and leaned over, her breasts hanging before me like sweet ripe fruit, and I felt my penis stir a little. She patted me on the knee. “Good boy.” Sitting back in her chair, she scooped up her cards. “Use your imagination; I’m sure you’ll come up with something. It can’t be life-threatening, destructive, or outside of the house. Obviously consent always applies, but try to be a good sport.”
I looked at my cards and then looked up to admire her breasts again. She peered at me over the rims of her glasses.
“Are you going to gawk or play?” She swapped one card; I swapped three. I had a pair of twos and drew a nine and a pair of jacks. She laid her cards down with nothing. She had tried for a flush and failed. “Well, there you go, what devious dare will you concoct for me?” she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.
The only thing that came to mind, and I wondered if she noticed the fresh life this was putting into my swelling cock, was her mouth and hand wrapped around my erect member, bringing me to orgasm. Respect prevented me from making her do that on a dare. I didn’t know precisely what the boundaries were, so instead I dared her to finish all the water in her water bottle.
She stared at me blankly and then upended her bottle over her mouth and drank the rest in one go. “You know”, she said when she was done, wiping her mouth with her arm, “you can put more imagination into it. It doesn’t have to be entirely pee-related.”
“Oh, okay, let me think about the next one.” I fought another urge as more pee dribbled from my slightly stiff member.
“You do that,” she responded, shuffling the cards again. “I already know what your dare will be.” I could see her squirm slightly, tightening her thighs to control her urge. We were entering the home stretch. She dealt the cards and when the time came I again had a crap hand, but she had an even crappier one.
As tempted as I was to see how she responded to being asked to suck me off, I also wanted to see her pussy. She had been very demure and kept her legs together. “Spread your legs and press on your bladder for 30 seconds,” came my dare. Hopefully, she found it imaginative enough.
She grinned at me. “Better, better. You’re showing slight improvement.” She slowly spread her legs, and my cock bobbed to attention at the sight of her vulva, swollen with excitement. Thick, dusky pink outer lips framed the darker inner folds, which also swelled and glistened with moisture. I didn’t think she had been leaking and realized she had been in a state of arousal, which explained her apparent frustration with my relatively tame dares. I wondered what she tasted like as she ran a finger along her labia while pressing on her bladder and smiling at my hardening cock. “Whatever is going through your head now might be the basis for another dare.” She laughed, and then her face twisted up in what looked like pain.
“Zephyr, are you alright?” I got up.
“I’m pressing on my terribly full bladder, and I can’t squeeze my thighs together. What do you think?”
“Do you still think you can hit me from there with your pee?”
“Easily,” she said as the smile returned to her face. “Be a dear and shuffle the cards, will you?”
“As you wish,” was again my response. My hands weren’t used to it, but I riffled the cards a few times. “Want me to deal?”
“Sure.” Her 30 seconds were up, and I had noted it was 9:30. I winced as another urge and leak struck, and she laughed a little, watching my cock release more fluid which glistened at the head and then ran down the shaft in a tiny rivulet. “That’s never going to get old.”
I dealt the cards and discarded three, keeping a pair of eights. The replacements were no help, but it was a decent hand. Her pair of queens beat me however, and she clapped her hands a little too gleefully as a cackle escaped from her broadening smile.
“Will you need lube?” she asked.
“Do you use lube when you masturbate?” She leaned forward, her hips squirming.
“Very much so.” She sat watching me. “Well, you’re hard. Do you need lube?”
“No, I think I’ll manage.” I nestled myself in the hard chair and spread my legs a little, placing my fingers around my cock in a familiar grip. In two strokes I saw fresh pre-cum appear in a dollop at the tip. My thumb rubbed it in. The pee leaks had already made me a little wet, so I had enough lubrication to start.
I started with the basic underhand stroke. Palm facing up, fingers curled around the shaft, with the stroke centered on friction over the glans and the frenulum. I was pretty worked up by this point, and my hand was bouncing.
“Is your view okay? Can you see what you wanted to?”
She was concentrating on squirming for a moment, and then shot up out of her chair, doing the familiar potty dance, but her eyes never left the hand stroking my hard-on. She relaxed and smiled. “The view is perfect.” She sat back on her heel and watched intently from the floor, her face only 2 feet away. I found the implications of that inspiring, and shifted my grip to an overhand, with my palm facing down and fingers curled up over the frenulum. It was a much more intense grip, as the fingers rolled over the most sensitive part, and I used shorter strokes.
She seemed delighted by that and watched as my hand rapidly stroked my shaft. A brief pause was necessary to gather more pre-cum, blending it with ample spit. “Fuck. You’re so hot,” she whispered.
“I bet you say that to all the strangers you watch masturbate.” I instantly regretted saying that, but it seemed like a funny thing to say in my head. She didn’t seem to mind, however.
“I’ve never watched anyone do this. Let alone up close. I’ve seen videos, but not in real life.”
“Well, if you have questions, I’m getting close, so ask now.” My orgasm was approaching on schedule. It didn’t take me long to cum, and I was rushing it. I slowed down a little, and she looked away for the first time and looked up at my face.
“Are you about to cum? Can you tell me before you do? I really want to see that.” Her green eyes glittered behind her glasses. “It’s funny, I’ve tasted it, swallowed it and had it in me, but I’ve never actually seen it, you know?”
“Yeah, I think only one person has actually seen me cum in person.”
“How long?” she asked, staring in fascination.
“Not long.” I switched my grip back to the familiar underhand, my hand feeling dry. I stopped and held it in front of her. “Spit.” She looked puzzled. “Spit, please. I need lube.”
“Oh.” She worked her mouth to get some saliva in it and then spit a goodly amount into my hand. My cock jerked at the sight and the thought of her saliva coating me. It was enough to stroke quickly with no friction. I moaned a little, and she gasped. “Now?”
“Almost, just a moment longer.” I could feel my balls tighten, and I scooted forward in the chair to give myself lots of room so cum could fall on the floor and not the towel. From her position, I had just put my cock, aiming at her, within easy reach. She licked her palm, leaving behind several foamy deposits of saliva.
“Please, let me. I want to feel it.” I thought her voice alone was going to make me cum, but there was still a little time; precious seconds.
“Hurry”, I urged and positioned her outstretched hand in a side grip with the thumb below. I kept my hand over hers, so I was essentially jerking myself off with her hand, when I uttered, “Oh my God,” as the first spurt of spunk shot out. She jumped and squealed with delight as it hit her on the breast. The second caught her on the chin, and then I adjusted myself to aim lower. After the white fluid landed on her knee, she squeezed her hand a little tighter and closer to the head, and later ejaculations were on her hand and fingers. I removed mine as they subsided, but she continued gently stroking the head, watching the last bits of cum pump out rhythmically.
She kept stroking the sensitive head slowly, covering her hand and my shaft with gobs of cum, even after I was spent. I reached out and wiped the small gob of cum off her chin, and she giggled at that. I reached down and wiped the other gob from her breast. She took my hand with her free hand and brought it to her mouth, where she licked my cum from my fingers.
“Oh my God,” I uttered again. “Thank you. I haven’t…” I started. “You are…” My thoughts trailed off, I didn’t know what to say. “You are so hot,” I finally blurted out.
“So are you,” she said past her smile. “I should thank you for that up-close demonstration. The taste was a bonus.” She had let go of my softening prick and grabbed a towel, trying to wipe sticky cum from her hands. “Not all cum tastes good, you know. It depends on the diet.” She licked her lips. “Yours is sweet. You must eat a lot of fruit.”
“I do, but I also don’t eat a lot of meat,” I answered as I stood up. “Perhaps that’s related to it.” I paused, then told the old joke, “I’m a strict vagitarian.”
“Did you say vagitarian?”
“Your first thought was to dare me to drink water?”
“I didn’t know. You kept saying no fucking, I figured you weren’t into sex.”
“Fucking is only a small part of sex.” She grabbed my water bottle and poured some of the remaining water on her hand so she could clean the sticky remnants off. “Maybe now you have a better idea of some dares?”
“I lose. It’s your turn.” She laughed at that.
“Are you ready to pee yet?”
“I’ve been ready. I feel a powerful urge now, but something distracted me for a while.” Looking down and seeing a small amount of pee dribbling onto the floor, I winced and tightened my muscles. “It’s only going to get worse.”
She looked down at my pee drops on the floor and then back up at me. “Make sure you tell me before you go.”
“Why, are you going to hold it?”
“I might. That’s something else I’ve never done before.”
“I’m just giving you a full night of firsts.”
“You know what else? No one has ever watched piss come out of me.” She started shuffling the cards again. Even though I had just cum, I was feeling excited about the prospect of licking her pussy or sucking on her nipples. I didn’t think it would be long before my cock got back in the game again, but for now it was protesting my lack of bathroom use with another strong urge.
“Make sure you tell me before you go so I don’t miss anything.”
“Oh, trust me, you’ll know.” She laughed while I stood up again.
“I need to walk a minute,” I explained as I started pacing back and forth. “It helps sometimes when I’m holding. Something about sitting, I don’t know, like it compresses my bladder.”
“The jostling makes me want to pee. I’m better if I just sit still and, of course, sit on my heel or keep my thighs together.” She was tapping the deck of cards against the table, waiting for me to come back. She shifted in her chair, trying not to be obvious.
I felt ready to sit down again. “How bad is it?” I asked.
“Bad. If we weren’t having this contest, I might have gone already.”
“Yeah, I might have given up too. If you hadn’t gotten me to jerk off, I might have peed already.”
“Deal the last hand, and we’ll see what the final dare is.” Cards were already being flicked from her fingers. Five cards each. I felt better after my short walk and traded in three cards, keeping an ace and a queen. I ended up with 2 queens, which beat her nothing. Something she seemed pleased about.
“Did you lose on purpose?”
“What? Does it matter?” She was leaning forward, intent on me. “Think carefully, what kind of dare are you going to have me do?”
“I’m not sure how to word it.” I slid off my chair and put a towel under my knees, kneeling in front of her. “Spread your legs,” I urged, then added, “I dare you.”
“Oh, Connor, you don’t know how horny a full bladder makes me. I’ll try not to piss in your face without warning, but this may finish me.”
“Warning will be nice,” I whispered as I pulled her ass towards me, bringing her exposed pussy closer to my face. I suppressed an urge to pee and peeled her lips back with my fingers, exposing her slit and her clit. I ran my thumb up and down her crevice, slipping it into the saturated folds as she gasped. A musky but sweet smell filled my senses, and I had to steel myself not to rush.
My mouth hovered just below her mons, and my tongue flicked out, tapping her clit. She stiffened and I could feel her wanting to pull her thighs together. She started rhythmically squeezing my shoulders with her thighs as my mouth covered her clit. Like her smell, she tasted sweet, carrying a subtle metallic note. I started with a gentle sucking, as my tongue massaged and flicked around, but avoided direct stimulation. This set her off, and she soon had her hands on my head, pulling my face closer and moaning.
She was squeezing her thighs and rocking her hips, and I didn’t know whether she was about to cum or pee, or both. Her breath caught in her throat a few times, and she gasped and moaned, and when her entire body stiffened and went rigid, I knew she was experiencing something. It passed after a few moments and she whispered, “Holy fucking Jesus, keep doing that.”
So I did. It was a wonderful distraction for me, but periodically I had to switch from kneeling to squatting as urges hit me. Squatting put more pressure on my bladder, but the change of position helped suppress the strongest urges when I started leaking profusely and was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop. I wanted to pleasure her before I peed, and I found it was good to have a goal to focus on before giving in.
She was pulling my hair, her hands clenched in it, and she stiffened again, all her muscles tightening and her mouth open as if in a silent scream before subsiding, leaving her with ragged breath and quivering thighs. My watch showed it was after 10 when I took a quick glance. I had been at this longer than I thought, and it didn’t seem enough. I stopped for a moment and asked, “How are you doing?”
She tousled my hair. “I should ask you the same thing. Your mouth must be tired, though I don’t want you to stop. I’ve already had two orgasms, we can stop.”
I was licking at her, and between licks asked, “I meant your pee. How is that doing?”
“Once you’re done, I’m sure I’ll lose it. I think you’re the only reason I haven’t already.” She let out a little gasp and her thighs squeezed against me again. If this was like the earlier two times, it would build in frequency and intensity until she orgasmed again, and I was down for it.
Squirming and trying to suppress leaks, I was continuously adjusting myself. I could feel longer spurts happening, but all I could do was try to focus on varying the amount of pressure and movement my tongue exerted on her clit. My lips would massage the area around her clit with strong suction, and my tongue would probe stiffly or slide around her swollen bud. I found she responded best when I circled the clit with a stiff tongue while applying strong suction, but that was tiring. After suppressing another intense urge, my muscles protested with fatigue, and my tongue experienced its first cramp.
Fortunately, she pulled hard on my hair, and I felt her go rigid again as she uttered, “Shit. Shit. Shit,” and started trembling. I was just hoping I could stand quickly enough when the floodgates opened and I started peeing.
She started breathing hard, as if she remembered how, and pushed me away. “No, please, enough.”
“Zephyr, I can’t…” I winced. “I’m not…” I rose unsteadily to my feet, my one leg numb from falling asleep. “I’m going to lose it. Next time, I won’t be able to stop it.” She pulled me towards her as she sat up and back in her chair. I tried to position myself towards the drain but still close, but she reached out and gently grasped my penis, still flaccid from before, aiming it at herself.
“I’m ready for you.” Her eyes softened into a gentle smile, and she pressed her thighs together again as another urge welled up inside me.
“Zephyr, are you sure?” I engaged my muscles out of habit as they protested, and I could feel myself sweating from the constant exertion.
“Very sure,” was all I needed to hear as I simply gave up. I surrendered to the urge, and to her smiling face watching me. Watching me, and not my penis, in a gesture of trust.
“Oh, Zephyr. Here it comes.” I hadn’t finished my sentence when the flow started with a spurt, flying past her head. Then, the steady stream started. She aimed it at her body and moaned at the heat of it as it forcefully splashed against her belly and her breasts. She raised her aim, and the stream went up to her face. My pee soaked her blonde hair and covered her glasses. She opened her mouth, and my piss quickly filled it.
My senses were all heightened, and I became aroused as my pee began to subside. After swallowing what was in her mouth, she made sure the remaining stream saturated her hair. The stream then subsided to a trickle and stopped. I could do that muscular contraction which forced brief spurts of pee out, but I was empty.
My pee saturated her, and she dripped from her head down. I could feel myself beginning to stiffen as she was still holding my cock in her hand. She felt it too and gave it a couple of gentle strokes.
“My God, Zephyra, that was incredible. That’s the hottest single thing I think I’ve ever had anyone do with me.” She used my cock to push me back, and then she rose unsteadily to her feet and continued pushing me back to my chair, making me sit back down in it.
“Just wait.” She cupped her groin with one hand and took a series of deep breaths, and then she quickly straddled me and sat down, scooting our bellies together. My cock grew more excited and swollen as her body pressed against mine. She had barely settled on me when I felt pressure and heat against my belly. She sighed as liquid flooded my lap, and she put her arms around me, pulling us closer. I cupped her face as her pee washed over my belly and groin and held her while I leaned in for a kiss. She returned it hungrily, and our mouths pressed together violently while our tongues vied for supremacy.
She was whimpering now as we kissed, and her pee had slowed but was still flowing. I reached my hand down to scoop some up and smeared it on my chest. I scooped some more as it turned to a trickle and ran my fingers through my hair. Her whimpering was a sound of pleasure which was ending as her bladder was now empty. “Oh. My. God,” she said between kisses. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
“Ruined you? What about me? What the fuck was that even?” I couldn’t resist kissing her again. And again. I could feel her ass pressing back against my cock, which was now fully erect again. Maybe I could dare her to suck on it?
“Connor? I think your no fucking rule is dumb.” She started laughing, so I kissed her again. I agreed with her when we came up for air again.
“My rule. Yeah, I agree, it’s dumb. Let’s not follow it.” She placed her hands on either side of my face and returned to kissing me with renewed passion, making the same small whimpering noises. I placed my hands under her expansive and wet ass cheeks so I could pull her closer. When I had a moment to breathe, I asked, “So what was all that about the no fucking?”
“I figured we’d get along, but not well enough to just let you jump on me.” She gave me a series of kisses along my cheek and down my neck. “But you can jump on me. Or I can jump on you.” She kissed me again, and I squeezed her ass.
“Maybe we can flip for it. Heads I win, tails you lose.” I pulled my hands back up as my cock twitched at her back and started gently playing with her breasts.
“I think it will be a win-win, regardless.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “I’ve missed that.” She sighed. “If you squeeze the nipples, you might get lucky.”
Even I received that hint. I started squeezing her nipples, gently at first, and then with increasing pressure. Her breathing told me she enjoyed that, and after a minute she wiggled her butt a little, which caused my cock to bob with renewed interest.
“I think we should move to the bedroom,” she whispered, “I want you in me so badly right now.” She lifted herself in order to stand, but had only gotten up partially when I stopped her. She looked at me with slight confusion.
“Why wait?” Her eyes widened a little when she realized what I was doing. I maneuvered my rigid shaft, so it was poking at her opening. I moved it between her folds, feeling the head getting slick with her juices.
“Oh, you’re so right,” she half-moaned as she sank down on it, burying me inside her with a groan.
“Oh, fuck, you’re tight.” She didn’t respond but was intent on using her legs to lift and lower herself on me. I put my hands under her thighs to help. She would slowly rise and then drop. Even with me helping she was becoming tired after a minute. She tried bouncing on it but didn’t quite have the leverage, and after a couple of minutes of that she just wiggled her ass to get me as deeply in her as possible and then pulled herself close to kiss me.
“This feels good too,” she whispered, as I started kissing her below her ear while teasing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. “But I’m sure you want to just fuck me.”
“I do,” I agreed. “Let me see if I can stand up.” I got her to lean back, and I tried to stand, but I could not balance, and she scrambled to get her feet on the floor fast enough to prevent the two of us from toppling over. I immediately turned her around and pushed at her lower back for her to bend over. She braced herself against her chair as I nudged her knees apart, fingers guiding my throbbing member past her lips and again deeply buried in her pussy.
She let out a high-pitched moan and pushed back against me. I placed one hand on her hip, and the other I used to wrap her hair around, pulling back on it sharply enough for her to know who was setting the pace, but not enough to hurt her. “Oh,” she moaned, “Fuck me, daddy.” So I did.
I could feel her fingers at her opening, flicking her clit, as my cock pistoned in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I pulled her head back so I could kiss her shoulder and bite along the muscle connecting to her neck. She gasped with a sharp intake of breath, and I could feel her stiffen as I thrust more roughly. Sharp penetration and a slow withdrawal. I moved one hand from her hip and reached around to squeeze her breast. She shimmied her hips, encouraging me to fuck her roughly, and I could feel my climax approaching.
She literally grunted as I realized she was cumming again that evening and spurred on to new efforts I squeezed her breast for leverage and pulled her head back further, clamping my teeth over the base of her neck while plunging my cock hard and fast as deeply as I could. Her body was rigid, and she had stopped fingering herself, and then she relaxed, and I growled in her ear as I felt my orgasm rise. I held her to me tightly, spurting my seed in spasms as I awkwardly thrust into her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I got out, breathing hard.
“Fill me, daddy,” she said with a tinge of innocence, and wiggled her ass back up against me. I continued slowly thrusting into her, my motions becoming softer and slower until I came to rest in her. “Mmmm,” she purred, “I’m glad you broke your rule.”
“Yeah, me and my stupid rules,” I mused. “What other stupid rules do I have? Is there one about anal? Restraints?”
“I have restraints for the bed,” she blurted out. “We definitely have to try them out!”
“Do we want to do that now?” I jokingly asked, my legs beginning to tremble, and I stood leaning over her ass and back with my cock still in her.
“No, it can wait an hour.”
“So, I guess this means you plan on keeping me?”
“As long as your cock is still in me, I’m all yours,” she purred. “That thing where you bit my neck? Damn, I’m going to masturbate for days thinking about that.” She turned her head to look back at me. “Seriously, though, thank you.”
“You’re thanking me?” I laughed, “I should thank you.” I could feel myself getting soft enough that I decided it was time to be out of her. My semi-flaccid prick slowly withdrew until it flopped against my upper thigh. She made a sound of disapproval. “This was… is, easily one of my top evenings. You are more delightful than I deserve.”
I straightened up and turned her around so she faced me, drawing her in for an embrace. We both stood there, arms around each other, enjoying the skin to skin contact and not being in any hurry.
Several minutes passed, and she sighed. “I have to be up at six, and I’m not sure I want to know what time it is.”
I checked, “It’s 10:28”. She sighed again. “Are you busy tomorrow evening?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes,” she answered. “With you.” She tried to tickle my waist, but that’s never been a ticklish spot for me. I returned the effort and discovered she was very ticklish. “Oh great, you’ve discovered my weakness,” she feigned sadness as she started picking up the remaining dry towels and kicking the wet ones toward the drain. I helped and went to the side door, opening it a crack and looking out. No one could see me, but it was chilly out. I reached over for the hose and turned the water on.
I pulled the hose into the garage and turned it on, accidentally spraying her with cold hose water. “Hey! I have a shower; we’ll do that next!” She exclaimed, and I quickly aimed the hose at the floor and the chairs, rinsing everything off and making sure it all washed down the drain. She rang out the towels and placed them in the plastic hamper, then turned off the heat as I replaced the hose outside.
I didn’t spend the night as we both had work the next morning, but we enjoyed getting soapy in the shower and I fingered her to another orgasm before I got dressed and ready to leave.
“Congratulations, I said as I was kissing her at the door.”
“For winning the holding contest,” I explained.
“Oh, yeah, I guess I did.” Her face nuzzled my ear. “Maybe we can go best of three.”
“You’re on,” I agreed. “With fucking.”
