Wet Afternoon With Chrissy

In my second year of college I met a girl online who was a senior in a local high school named Chrissy (short for Christina)---yes she was already 18 (and I was 20). She was quite attractive, looked like Elizabeth Shue, the actress, but with red hair. She was also quite horny. One day we were driving around near the beach and were talking horny about our likes and dislikes and things, and she asked if there was anything really kinky that I enjoyed or ever fantasized about. I did have a bit of a fetish, and since she was kind of kinky anyway, I went ahead and told her. "Well, there's something very sexy to me about a girl that has to go to the bathroom and is desperate or wets her pants." My heart was pounding, nervous about what she would say. To my surprise, she wasn't disgusted. Instead, she said in a sexy voice, "You know the last time I wet my pants? Yesterday." She had a devious smile on her face. "No you didn't," I said. "You're just teasing me." "Ok, so I didn't piss myself yesterday, but I have before. Wanna hear about it?" she said, still smiling, not the least bit turned off. "Sure." I said. So she proceeded to tell about a time she had to pee in high school a year before and waited so she could go at home, but as she was driving home she couldn't hold it and wet herself a little in her car. When she got home she hurried into the house but peed a little more on her way to the bathroom. When she got into the bathroom she peed a little more before she got her pants down and was able to finish in the toilet. But her panties were soaked and her jeans were wet all in the crotch, most of her butt, and halfway down her thighs. I was quite horny by then and she knew it. She reached over and rubbed my cock over my jeans and leaned over, and whispered in my ear. "You know, I have to pee right now..." I didn't know what to say. She kept massaging my penis, then unzipped my jeans and reached inside, pulling out my hard cock and began slowly stroking it up and down while I drove. "I really, really need to pee." she said, enjoying the effect she had on me. "Take me home, there's nobody there..." I didn't have to be told twice---we quickly changed directions and headed towards her house, which was only about 15 minutes away. The whole time she teased my penis, slowly squeezing and stroking me up and down slightly, driving me crazy, telling me how bad she needed to pee, holding her crotch over her jeans with her other hand. As we got close to her neighborhood, she gasped a little and said, "Oh no, I just peed a little. I can't hold it much longer." I looked down and she shifted in her car seat to show me her crotch, where a dark wet spot about the size of a tennis ball showed on her light blue jeans. I almost came right then. I sped up instead to get to her house faster. In minutes we were there. She said, "Hurry into my backyard." and got out of the car while I put my penis back in my jeans, zipped up, and hurried after her. We go into the backyard by her deck, the wet spot on her jeans barely visible as she stood facing me, bent double with her hands in her crotch, acting very desperate, smiling at me. "I can't hold it. I can't hold it..." Nobody could see us thanks to her fence and trees. Nobody was home. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. "Oh, I can't hold it any more! It's coming out! I'm pissing my pants!" she exclaimed, standing up and spreading her legs slightly. I watched the wet spot suddenly get bigger and spread out her crotch and down her legs. It was amazing. I jacked off as fast as I could and when I was about to cum and moved right next to her, kissed her, grabbed her wet crotch with my other hand, feeling the warm wetness, and she grabbed my cock. Just her touch sent me over the edge. I started shooting a huge load right against her stomach and mine, getting it all over our shirts and the top of our jeans. I could barely keep standing the orgasm was so strong. Chrissy reached her other hand into her pants and rubbed her clit. I held her and kissed her as my cock slowly went soft while she rubbed herself to her own orgasm. "That was the most awesome thing ever." I said, panting in her ear. "It was fun for me, too." she said. "Let's go inside and get cleaned up." So we went inside, took off our clothes---her pee-soaked jeans and both of our cum-soaked shirts---and washed them while we went to her bedroom, finished getting naked, and did other things on her bedroom floor before the clothes finished washing, and we did more with her sitting on the dryer in the laundry room while they dried. It was one of the best days ever. She never wet herself for me again, but we did have quite a few other masturbating or sex sessions before we broke up.