A Wet Memory

I love this site. So many good stories! Lately I have noticed that there have been some stories about masturbation and accidental urination.   I guess that it can happen to any girl sometimes, because of the strong contractions of an orgasm. Anyways, here is my story. This is a true account (memory permitting) of something that happened when I was 17. Although the legal age for drinking alcohol in a pub (bar) in the UK is (and was) 18, I had a very good friend who worked in my local pub, and together we came up with a scam so that I would be able to drink alcohol in the pub instead of having to make do with soft drinks as I had for about a year already  . The scam was simple.   It was my 17th birthday, so we just told the pub owner that it was my 18th birthday.   There simple, and it worked..... until the following year when word got out that it was my 18th birthday (again)! That summer things seemed to be going well. I had passed my driving test, got a car, got a job, money, found a new freedom, and got friendly with a girl that I had known most of my life, and who I had always been keen on. She was still sixteen, and was off school for the summer.   Although I had known her most of my life, I had only known her to say hello to on the odd occasions when our paths crossed.   I got talking to her proper at a Friday night beach party, and we spent most of the party together.   Just before her friends dragged her off to go home, I managed to pluck up the courage (with the help of a few beers) to suggest that we went out some time.     She thought that was a good idea. The next morning (Saturday) I wasn't working, so I decided to spend the morning in bed.   I got woken up by my mother telling me someone was on the phone for me.   I opened one eye and moaned, "Tell them to call back later."   "It's a girl." said my mum.   My other eye popped open.   Well I had platonic girl friends, so I thought it was probably just one of them, but even so, a girl is a girl, and you don't fob them off with a "call back later" line.   So grudgingly I crawled out of bed, slipped some clothes on, and went down to the phone. "Hi it's Sophie.   So when are you going to take me out then?" came the cheery voice through the handset.   "Urrrr werrr" was just about all I could muster up for a reply as I rolled a hard lump of sleep from the corner of my eye. Well it's the teenage way of doing things, pretending to be brainless when someone asks you an important question. It buys you valuable time to come up with the most effective answer.   I kind of wasted that chance though by saying, "urrr wonna go down the pub later  yah?"     "Yea ok come round my place on your way, and we will walk down together."   "yeah alwite v then.   About 7 yeah?"....... As I walked back to my room, the cool teenager style faded rapidly as a broad grin spread across my face, and a tingling sensation exploded through my abdomen and spread to my toes which clenched with excitement.   Well that was it.   For the rest of the day I did nothing, but pace around in a world of my own thinking of her.   Well I mean, she is so cute, so feminine, a beautiful face, short, dark, brown hair.   And I had seen her in a bikini before so I had a very good idea of the treasures that lay there in. I skipped dinner that evening.   I had no appetite.   There seemed to be an odd fluttering feeling like champagne bubbles in my stomach, where hunger normally dwelt and I knew exactly why it was there.   I got my self ready, sprayed deodorant on my underarms, arse and bollocks, and off I went, walking as fast as I could with out looking stupid. I got to her house.   Her father opened the door, greeted me like a long lost son and invited me in.   "He's here Soph."   He yelled.   "OK just a minute" came the reply.   My toes clenched and the champagne bubbles in my stomach exploded again at the sound of her voice.   My face started to burn up as I was lead into their living room where her mum was beaming a big smile at me as though she could see all the dirty thoughts inside my mind.   I switched to that polite meeting girlfriend's parents mode.   A mixture of relief and excitement washed over me as I heard the sound of feet hurrying down the stairs.   "Come on then I'm ready."   I turned around and there she was standing at the living room door, her face aglow with shining beauty.   The pert shape of 2 perfect breasts concealed beneath a yellow t-shirt temptingly highlighted by shadow and light.   A short denim skirt, two perfect legs, knees to die for, terminating at a pair of black, pointed, leather short boots.   She had a short black leather jacket draped over her shoulder.   She lit the room like the moon lights a winters night. We said our goodbyes to her parents then set off on the 10 minute walk to my unimaginatively chosen venue for the evening.   The pub!    Unimaginative it may have been, but she looked as excited as I was about the evening ahead, with a smile she could not tame, arching across her face, revealing perfectly arranged teeth, as white as blossom.   We said nothing for the first 300 yards, just glances and smiles.     Then she took my hand in her soft warm grasp, and we struck up a conversation about sweet nothing, but the conversation was not important. We got to the church gate amidst the birds singing their evening song, and we followed the path round.   As we walked leisurely past the grave stones, I felt confident with her. Confident enough to let go of her hand, and put my arm around her waist. The signals were strong. I knew she would not reject me. She reciprocated by doing the same and adding a short, but affirmative squeeze. As we walked beneath the trees and around the narrow area between the tower and the wall, she tightened her arm around my waist again, and stopped abruptly forcing me to do the same.   She didn't have to say a word.   The whole situation spoke for her. We kissed a short glancing, lip to lip encounter, then she pulled me in close for another longer kiss. We stood in firm embrace dancing together in our mouths and tasting each others hearts.   Some time passed before our mouths parted. I opened my eyes to see her eyes half shut and a loving expression on her face.   She remarked about how she hoped we would be walking back this way on the way home. We continued our journey and arrived at the pub which as usual on a Saturday evening, was full and getting fuller. Sophie wanted to drink beer, and because of her age, and mine and my friend's scam, she remained out side while I went in and fetched some drinks.   We took our drinks down to the waters edge a short, but secluded distance away from the noisy pub.   We sat there until the sun went down and beyond, drinking, talking, kissing and hugging. By the time we came to leave several beers later, we were very much a passionate couple.   The stars and the moon lit the way, and the air was cool but comfortable. We began our walk home once again arm in arm, and in good humour from the beer we had drunk.   We ambled and weaved our way up the hill to the church yard which was dark except for the street lamps from the roads top and bottom, and the moon above. We followed the path we had taken before until it lead us to the same spot where we had kissed the first time.   We both knew what to do when we got there, as though it was written in time it's self. We held each other for a moment then her head slowly rose as mine lowered, and our lips met again. This time a different taste but only a perfect variation of what it was the first time. Her tongue stretched and it's tip quivered against the tip of mine.     We swayed together gently like trees in the wind, supporting each other from the gentle roll of the alcohol we had consumed.   She reached between us and pulled open her jacket as if to invite me to explore further. So with my right arm gently supporting her lower back, I slowly slipped my left hand inside her jacket.   Her belly jerked slightly as my hand brushed against her t-shirt. I ran my hand methodically up her right flank until I felt the contour of her right breast against the ball of my hand. She took a step backwards, then another one until she was backed up against the recessed door of the church tower. I cupped and caressed her cotton covered breast in my hand, and eased my mouth from hers, and slipped my lips across her cheek and onto her neck. I slid my hand back down to her waist and felt for the hem with my finger tips, and moved inside her t-shirt where I felt her warm, firm flesh. She exhaled her breath with a stutter against my face.   Her naked breast snug in my hand at last, and her stiff nipple protruding into my palm.   I was aroused.   My cock pumping and growing, hard and aching as it met the resistance of my jeans.   Sophie reached in and gracefully pulled up the hem of her yellow t-shirt leaving it neatly perched upon her trembling breasts.   Our breathing was louder and every breath shuddered. We began to kiss again slowly.   She bobbed delicately in time with our tongues. Her knees bending then straightening. We pressed firmly together.   My hands rolled over her buttocks down her skirt and onto her thighs, then back up following her thighs all the way up inside her skirt and over her delicate, soft, cotton panties.   Her trembling breath carried with it a soft murmur, as I pressed my fingers into her soft, warm flesh  . Each time my hands brushed back down they would go slightly further down her thighs, causing her to shake in my arms. By now my cock was fighting to be released like a wild animal.   My hands slid up again, just my finger tips upon her skin, and sandwiched between the cool, thick cotton of her denim skirt, and the soft, warm cotton of her panties.   I slowly turned to the left, pulling my right hand around the top of her thigh, to the front, my thumb stroking across the bear flesh of her tummy, and my fingers upon the smooth fabric that lay between me and her crotch. While I extended my arm, and bent my knees to reach down and below, she accommodatingly parted her knees and whimpered as my hand stroked tenderly between her trembling thighs.   Her shaking breath became faster as my hand withdrew back to the front and up and up.   Then down again and with a momentary press of my finger tips I was between her and the soft cotton and entering her beautiful domain. As I moved my hand down I could feel her short, soft pubic hair, then my fingers fell upon the soft, moist lips of her pussy.   I delicately parted her lips with my middle finger. She was wet and my finger slid as though it were on melting ice. I explored the juicy area just between her lips before retracting my finger upwards to explore her clit, she shuddered and sighed softly. Sophie reached for my cock, cupping her hand over the protruderence in my jeans, and rubbing up and down.   I was so hot for her.   She looked for a moment to undo my button, then lowered my zip.   She reached in and with little effort she released the animal.   By now she had moved her feet further apart, and as she explored and caressed my organ, my exploration of her was going deeper, and wetter. Her pussy was becoming more slippery, almost flooding with desire. I went to two fingers and then to 3. She was panting with pleasure as I penetrated deeper, and her legs were shaking. My fingers were deep within her. I cupped my hand as to rub over her clit as I withdrew my fingers from her trembling body. She began to moan softly with every breath as I started to build up a faster rhythm.   Her juices were really flowing, and my cock was responding well, as she wanked me in her hand. By now the whole area around her pussy and the top of her thighs was wet and slippery and it felt so good.   At 17 I was quite inexperienced and was really just experimenting.   A mixture of the passion, and the sexual arousal drove my desire for more.   I wanted to go all the way with her right there, right now, but feeling her juices on my hand was also such a turn on for me, and seeing her reaction to everything I did was leading me on.   I wanted to make her cum and what I was doing seemed to be getting her there, so I wasn't going to stop yet.   I curled my fingers in side her slightly and applied pressure to the inside of her as I my stroke became harder and faster.   She was moaning more, beautiful little grunts from her feminine voice. She was bobbing in unison with my hand movements and getting more intense. "oh, oh, oh" came her cries. The slapping, slopping sound of my hand and her wet pussy was getting louder. Her hand on my cock came to a virtual stand still.   My cock just jerking and jumping against her fingers. "ohhhh" came her vibrato voice. I felt something hit the base of my fingers as I withdrew, then felt more wetness as I thrust in again, my fingers curling and squeezing inside her. Then again, a another warm flow over my fingers accompanied by a bright but short whisper sound. My hand was awash as I pushed back up. As I withdrew again I could feel that her soft cotton panties were wet against the back of my hand.   Now every breath she heaved out was accompanied by yelp, and followed by a gasp. Each time the yelp becoming higher in pitch, and the gasp becoming louder. The wetness was intense, but now there seemed to be no more squirts.   I assumed that the wetness meant that she had cum, but her voice still getting higher with each yelp indicated that she hadn't cum yet. The two flows of warm juice on my hand confused me.   If she hadn't cum yet what was it.   Almost driven on by curiosity I continued and started curling my fingers again. She reacted to that once more with more intense vocal sounds. Then again I felt new wetness, and with the next stroke I heard a squirt and a gush of warmth all over my hand.  My left hand was on her arse, I moved it down, and as it came lower on her panties I could feel that they were soaking wet.   This sent my cock jumping and jerking in her hand and her grip was getting tighter. Still pumping her with my right hand I moved my left hand down even lower and round to the inside of her thigh. That was soaking wet also. I ran my hand down as far as I could and there was wetness all the way. More gushes came and flowed over my fingers. The skin of my hand was starting to feel wrinkled by the liquid and her wet panties on the back of my hand started to feel rough. Now the occasional gushes seemed to feel continuous. Every time my fingers came out of her I could hear the gushing, then I could hear the sound of liquid running onto the ground. Her legs were running with streams of this warm, wet flow, and still she yelped and gasped. I then realised that she was pissing.   She had lost control and was actually pissing her self while I was masturbating her, and she didn't seem to give a dam.   That realisation sent me wild with sexual energy  . I was more turned on than I had ever been before.   By now the sound of her piss hitting the ground was quite loud. She started to moan a restricted kind of sound. Her knees started to bend, and she began to slide down the wooden door.   I followed her down, still masturbating her hard, still the piss was rushing out of her swollen pussy, all over my hand, and through her panties. She slid all the way down and ended in a squatting position. I held my other hand under her arse where I could feel the liquid running out through her panties in spurts every time my other hand retracted. She clung to me tight with both arms, her grip getting stronger and almost pulling me over. Her breathing stopped for a moment, then with one continuous moan that almost sounded like she was crying, her body contracted. A huge hiss and violent squirt erupted from her pussy as it clenched around my fingers. Then she went limp briefly before another enormous spasm shot through her, as more fluid gushed from beneath her. Then again and again as my fingers were almost ejected from inside her. She slumped back against the door as her grip on me loosened. I softly stroked the outside of her pussy as the last torrents of pee ran out. My cock was dancing with delight and felt as though it was going to explode. She leant forward and kissed me, breathing heavily through her nose. Her face felt hot and moist. She pulled away and said, "Let's do it all." I stood up, reached into my back pocked and pulled out a packet of rubbers. I held the packet in my mouth while I took my pants off. In the dim light that filtered through the trees from a near by street lamp, I could see her still squatting over a large damp patch on the ground. She was looking down and slowing stroking her wet panty covered pussy. As I fumbled with a freshly unwrapped condom, and held it up to what little light there was, to determine which way round it was, she looked up at me and said, "Wow that was amazing." I continued to fight the condom like a bar of soap in my wet hand. "I think I must have peed my self. I'm sorry." She said tenderly, with a smile in the corner of her mouth. As I unrolled the condom on my solid, throbbing cock, I thought about what to say back to her. I didn't want to loose the moment. I was still spinning with ecstasy, and my hand was still soaking and slimy. Sophie continued to pant as she rose up from her squatting position, cluching her self between the legs. I said, "Don't be sorry. You have given me a massive erection, and a night I'll never forget." I stood transfixed, as she seductively pulled her wet panties down, gracefully arching her back, then lifting one leg, then the other, and dropping the panties which slapped onto the ground next to her. As she lifted her skirt from both sides, and shook her head teasingly, I walked up to her, my cock leading the way. She looked up at me as I stood in front of her, my cock pressing against her tummy. She smiled and said, "I'm all yours.".   The rest of the story is not for here but suffice to say it was unbelievable!!  Her positive reaction to my finger being in her arse, prompted me to go in further and start a fucking motion. She squirmed, and wriggled on me. Her voice and gasping began to crescendo. I could hardly contain my self as we pushed together harder and deeper, and poked at her slippery arse hole with my finger. She started to cling on tighter and tighter, and moan louder and louder. My own grunts and moans were getting louder too as I knew I was going to burst at any moment. She rode my finger, panting and moaning. Her pussy and arse so wet and slippery I could hardly grip her. My balls were aching with anticipation, and as her beautiful voice got higher I could hold it back no more. An almighty spasm shook my body, drawing the base of my spine right back, then firing me forward in a massive thrust as I expelled the first load of cum.!! The following day (Sunday) I was at my home with Sophie getting ready to go to the beech with her and some friends. We were all packed and ready to go, when my mother arrived back from the Sunday service, sounding very disillusioned.   She started on about how upset the Vicar was when he arrived at the church that morning, to find a pair of wet knickers, a used condom and urine all over the place. "Disgusting!" she uttered as she walked past us and disappeared into the living room.   Sophie and I turned to each other and smiled. "Disgusting!" we said in unison as we walked out of the front door.