From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Wet One by Rebecca (MF, ws)
Date: 4 Jul 1996 00:31:59 GMT

			     The Wet One
				 by
			    Rebecca Damien
			       (c)1994

	Just imagine. You are in a night club on the twenty-third
floor of a Hotel in downtown somewhere. Your room is on the fifth
floor and, since your meetings concluded a day early and your flight
home doesn't leave until tomorrow afternoon, you came up here to the
Rooftop Club. Good food. Good music. Plenty of beer or whatever you
like to drink, and you are sitting alone at the bar and on your second
or is it your fifth drink?

	You look in the mirror behind the bar and there she is. She is
about 5'5" and probably doesn't weigh any more than 125#. Her hair is
light blond, you assume from a bottle. Her eyes are so blue that you
can see them even in the dim light of the bar. She has the face of an
angel. You stare in the mirror. She is wearing denim. Very tight,
light blue denim jeans. You haven't looked at her shirt yet, you are
still looking at how well she is packed into those jeans! You raise
your eyes. She has a white blouse with a ruffle collar. Not a lot of
ruffles. The blouse is full too. It's not tight but her breasts do
fill the blouse.

	She is smiling. Beautiful white teeth and great lips. She is
smiling at you! She sees you watching her in the mirror and she is
looking directly at you and smiling. You turn around and find her in
the crowd. The beautiful smile is still there. Your eyes lock then she
turns away and starts talking to a woman standing next to her.

	Damn! Knots form in your stomach. You want to ask her to
dance, but you just sit there watching as some other guy walks up and
speaks to her. She smiles at him. He takes her hand and leads her
onto the dance floor. You loose sight of her in the commotion of the
dancers and turn back to your drink.

	The crowd continues to build. You reluctantly get up from the
bar. You know that someone will take your seat while you are gone but
you also know that you have got to recycle some of that booze. You
head through the crowd.

	The band finishes their song and the dancers milling around
the bar room make it even more difficult for you to get to the hallway
leading to the necessary rooms.

	You finally get to that hallway and find it packed with people
too, only these people you finally notice are lined up for the
bathroom. The women more or less on the left side of the hall and the
men on the right. You curse under your breath and decide that it is
time to leave. You can get relief down in your room and not have to
wait 15 minutes in a line.

	You push on through the crowd to the elevators at the far end
of the hall.

	Finally you get to the elevator and press the button. Someone
is behind you but you don't bother to look back. Moments later the
elevator door opens and more people pile out. You are glad you decided
to leave.

	You enter the elevator and turn to press the button for your
floor and there she is. The blond. The blue-eyed blond in those tight
jeans.

	There she is, big smile and all. Now you see that her eyes are
more beautiful than you thought. You can see them better now. You can
also see that those tight jeans pull right up into her crack... from
front to back. You know that she knows what you are looking at but
still you look. You also know that your own trousers are starting to
get a bulge. You smile at her and ask her what floor.

	She says, "Anywhere. I've just got to get out of that crowd."

	Anywhere! You think to yourself. The elevator is moving now
and you make small talk about the crowd. She informs you that there is
a special appearance of some singer up there later but she doesn't
like the commotion.

	The elevator bangs to a stop as the lights go out. A small
emergency light flickers on with the brilliance of a small candle.
"Oh, no! What's happened?" the blond says in a rather nervous voice.
Her smile has changed to a look of concern. You mumble that you don't
know what happened and start pressing buttons. Nothing happens. The
elevator does not move.

	You open a small door marked "EMERGENCY" to find a telephone
inside. The phone doesn't have a dial so you lift it to your ear to
see who, if anyone answers. "Front desk," a raspy voice declares in
the phone. You explain that the elevator has stopped with two people
on it. "Ok, don't panic!" the raspy voice says. "Wait right there and
I'll get maintenance on the line!"

	"Where the fuck do you think I'd go?" you mumble mostly to
yourself. You wait...

	Finally the maintenance man explains that a main transformer
for the building has gone out. The power company has been called but
they think it will take several hours to get another transformer
installed.

	You hang up the phone and explain the situation to the blonde
with the tight fitting jeans and beautiful blue eyes.

	"I can't stay here that long," she says. "I've got to go to
the bathroom really bad," she confides. Now you notice that she is
crossing her legs.

	"Well, all we can do is sit down and wait, I guess," you tell
her, wondering exactly where YOU are going to go to the bathroom.

	The girl tells you that she needs to unfasten her jeans. She
wants to know if it would offend you. You KNOW that it WON'T offend
you. Hell, you wish she would take them off so you could see what she
looks like in her panties, if she is even wearing any. You sure can't
see any panty lines and it isn't because the jeans are not tight
enough to show them!

	She doesn't wait for an answer but reaches down and unsnaps
the button and lowers the zipper about halfway. You still don't see
any panties. She catches you looking and smiles.

	You sit down in the floor and lean back against the wall. She
sits on the opposite side of the elevator facing you. She crosses her
legs in front of her giving you full view of the crotch of her jeans.
Now you wish she hadn't unfastened them. They are not all pulled up in
her crack like they were before.

				* * *

	You have been waiting in the elevator over an hour now.
Maintenance called twice to tell you the power company was working on
the problem but it would be at least three more hours maybe four. You
have made small talk with the girl and both of you have pretty much
run out of small talk. You notice that she occasionally presses her
hand on her crotch. You know that she really has to pee and wonder if
she will hold it or what she will do. Thinking about it makes your
dick get really hard.

	Another hour passes and now the girl is boldly holding her
crotch with her hand. At first she would try to press on it when she
thought you were not looking but now she is keeping her hand there.

	You can feel your own pressure too and finally you tell the
girl, "Look, I've got to piss really badly and I know you do too. We
may as well just get it over with and use the floor here on one side
of the elevator."

	She is sitting there pressing on her crotch and rocking back
and forth. You've seen little kids to that when they needed to pee
but you have never seen a grown woman doing it. You know that you are
as hard as a rock. You wonder if she will look at you when you go.

	"I'm sorry, but I've got to go," you say and turn toward the
rear corner opposite where she is sitting. You unzip your fly and pull
out your hard dick. You hear the girl moving around and assume that
she is getting her jeans down to piss too.

	You can't resist turning around for a peek. You are surprised
to see that she is walking toward you. She is still pressing on her
crotch with one hand as she approaches. You have already started
pissing and notice that the fabric under the hand pressing on her
crotch is wet.

	She reaches around and takes your dick in her hand. She steps
up next to you and moves her hand from her crotch and presses her
crotch into your leg. You can feel the heat and wetness. You are still
pissing and she is moving your dick back and fourth, directing your
stream, making zzzs on the wall of the elevator. She flicks her
fingers into your stream then puts them into her mouth then returns
her hand back to hold your dick and continues to move her finger into
your stream and back into her mouth.

	She is managing to keep her crotch pressed into your leg and
you can now feel wetness spreading down the side of your leg. She
hasn't let go but is leaking enough so that is is running down your
leg. You reach down to her crotch and feel the now soaked fabric. She
parts her legs slightly to allow you access and you feel the wetness
increase as she does.

	Once your hand is between her legs, she squeezes her legs very
tightly onto your hand. Her leaking stops. "It looks like I've wet
myself," she says. "Would you like to clean me up?"

	You finish pissing and start to shake your dick. She quickly
moves in front of you and takes your dick in her mouth. She licks all
around it then smiles and asks if she got it dried good enough.

	"That's the way I want you to clean me," she says. You notice
a small puddle under where she is squatting. As you look closer you
can see pee dripping from the crotch of her jeans.

	She stands up and you put your hand inside her jeans. She is
wearing panties and they are soaked. As you run your finger up and
down the wet folds of her pussy a spurt of piss gushes out of her onto
your hand.

	You continue probing as you pull her to you and kiss her
mouth. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth and plays with yours.
Your finger finds her opening and as you thrust it inside, she once
again releases a rush of piss onto the palm of your hand. You can hear
the ssssst noise as you feel the hot liquid run through your fingers
and feel it spread through the fabric of her panties that are pressed
against the back of your hand.

	"You are wetting your jeans," you tell her, between the tongue
tag that the two of you are playing.

	"I've already wet my jeans," she says with a laugh. "But if
you take them off of me, maybe I won't get them too wet `cause I still
have a lot of pressure in my bladder. I've been trying to hold it like
a good girl though. You never did tell me if you will clean me up
after I pee."

	You say nothing but start pulling her jeans and panties down
to her ankles. You motion for her to sit down so that you can remove
her shoes and clothes. As she starts to sit you hear the sssssssst and
see a large flat stream escaping her pussy lips. At first the stream
went right in her jeans then as she shifted to the side it began to
splatter onto the floor.

	Just as quickly as the stream started, it stopped. "I almost
lost it all that time," she tells you. "I'd love for you to eat me
while I still have lots of pressure. I will try not to pee while you
are doing it. I think I can hold it now after letting so much of it
go," she says.

	You kneel down not thinking about the pee all over the floor
where she has been squirting and leaking. You barely notice that your
knees are in a puddle as you move your face to her pussy. You smell
the aroma of her pee and see the glisten of wetness on the inside of
her legs. For the first time, you notice that her pubic hair is also
blonde. Neatly trimmed and very short but not shaved.

	You dive in, probing with your tongue, finding first her
opening then the hard bud that brings a gasp from her as you run your
tongue over it and back and forth. You suck as hard as you can,
pulling her clit up between your lips. She is raising up off of the
floor, pressing her pussy into your face. The taste is familiar for
you have eaten pussy before but the taste is also different because
this is the first time you have ever eaten a girl who had just peed in
her panties.

	Your entire face is wet from the pee that is all over her legs
and hair and from her juices that are now flowing freely. She cries
out and you fear that someone will hear her but you don't stop.

	"Oh god, don't stop. Oh please don't stop," she hisses.

	You feel her body starting to twitch and quiver. Her moaning
has turned to a series of rhythmic little cries that coincide with
each sweep of your tongue past her clitoris. She grabs the back of
your head and holds you to her so tightly that you can barely breathe.
You keep licking and then she pulls your head back and says, "Fuck me
now! Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me now!"

	You quickly get your pants down and plunge your throbbing hard
dick into her. She lies back to take you and thrusts up to meet you.
She is like something wild under you. You put your hand under her back
and notice that she is lying in a puddle of her own pee. You are
concerned that she is lying in the pee and ask her if she wants to
move.

	"Just fuck me. Don't stop for anything. Oh, don't stop now.
Don't stop, don't stop. don't stop... " Her voice fades away.

	You feel that quiver of her body. You feel it deep inside her.
You feel her muscles in her pussy starting to tighten on your dick and
know that she is about to cum again.

	She reaches behind you and grabs a handful of your hair. She
pulls your head to her and kisses you hard on the mouth. You are about
ready to explode inside her now. You feel something different. You
know she is climaxing. You can feel the jerking of her muscles deep
inside but there is something hot squirting onto the base of your
dick. Her eyes are closed and little unh, unh, unh, unh moans are
coming from deep in her throat as she bucks and thrashes under you.

	You hear her piss loudly hissing from her pussy and onto your
dick. You smell the pungent aroma of her piss and feel the warm wet
puddle spreading onto your knees. You know that your pants, which are
around your ankles will get soaked but you are cumming in her now.
Your thrusts are quick, deep and powerful. She matches each of your
thrusts, and still her pee is noisily hissing onto your dick with a
powerful force. It feels very hot.

	You keep cumming. You have never had a climax that lasts this
long.

	The hissing stops as her flow slows. Your climax is over and
you both collapse there. Your breathing is in unison; even your heart
beats seem to coincide.

	You lie there for a long time, your dick still inside her.
Everything is wet. Her body feels slick with wetness and the air in
the elevator is humid with the odor of piss and sex.

	Finally your dick is starting to shrink from its previous hard
state. She locks her arms around you and you feel her pussy muscles
relax. You know what she is about to do as you feel her hot pee
flowing onto your semi-hard dick. The flow is not powerful now, just a
small flow, no noise, just hot and wet. Your dick starts to get hard
again but then her pee quits.

	The phone in the elevator car rings. You go for the phone and
are told that the power will be back on in ten minutes. The hotel will
give the occupants of the elevator a free nights stay for their
inconvenience. No inconvenience at all you inform the desk clerk.
You've never had more fun in your life you think as you hang up the
phone and look around to see the girl pulling her wet jeans up over
her perfectly shaped ass.