Desperate at the Beach Part 1 - A mutual wetting story
God Tom needed to pee desperately; he could have got away with pissing through the leg of his swim shorts, but he had forgotten them. He was forced to wear some mid blue trunks he kept in the car, used for days he wore a wetsuit; it would be to obvious to any passerby what he had done if he attempted to piss through his trunks. He had spotted a large rock at the more secluded far end of the beach. Maybe he could take a leak behind it...
As he walked down the beach he realized just how close he was to pissing himself, he wished he had got up to go earlier, his cock now semi hard he could barely walk in a straight line as he tried to prevent himself soaking his budgie smugglers...
Just as he neared the rock he lost control and hot piss arced through his trunks, making a large obvious dark blue wet patch at the front, ramming his hand down his trunks he managed to stop the flow by pinching the base of his cock, his face now beet red with embarrassment he quickly looked around to see if anyone was around...
"Oops did someone have a little accident "
He was staring at a woman a little younger than him with a voluptuous figure wearing a purple tankini dress top and matching bikini bottoms.
"It was an accident” he admitted, trying to cover the wet bulge in his trunks...
The woman stepped a little closer to Tom.
"Don't worry we all have accidents from time to time"
She hoisted up her tankin top to reveal what looked like a little dark patch around her gusset,
"You are not the only one that needs to pee”.
"I know a place in the dunes if you are desperate" she said with a seductive smile on her face.
The woman then turned and started walking off the beach to the secluded dunes behind. Tom stood watching her, his cock now straining with anticipation against the wet stain at the front of his trunks. As the woman walked off the beach, she stopped for a moment, Tom was now some distance behind her but he could swear he saw her legs glisten in the sun.
Her heart was thumping in her chest at the sudden chance encounter and her bladder was aching, she stopped walking for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling as she let her bladder go for a few seconds releasing a little tinkle of pee that warmed her cooling gusset and ran down the inside of her leg to the golden sand of the dunes.
As Tom followed the lady drawing near to where she was stood he realised from the spots of liquid on the dunes it was where she had peed a little. Reaching the brow of the hill, he could see the mysterious lady had set up camp under the shade of a tree.
She patted the towel she was now sitting on next to her, Tom wondered what might happen next. He felt his still ramrod hard cock quiver with anticipation in his tight fitted trunks. As he walked towards her, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, he started planning how he was going to approach this unforeseen situation.
Rather than hide the humiliating stain on the front of his trunks with the obvious erection behind it he decided to own it. He stepped to within two feet of the lady sitting on the towel, so his hard member was directly in her eye line.
"Your trunks look so tight" she inquired with a smile.
"Yes I know, I hoped you could help me out with that", he replied with a grin.
"Step closer let’s see what I can do", Tom stepped closed to her, her hand immediately reached out to stroke his throbbing cock.
"Your trunks are still wet from when you peed yourself but not as wet as mine, I just dribbled onto my towel", her left hand lifting up her top slightly to reveal an obvious wet patch on her purple bikini bottoms as she replied seductively. Beneath her bikini she could feel a warmth growing, her hand desperate to press the damp fabric onto her now swollen clit that was begging for attention, she could feel her bikini bottoms were no longer just wet with pee.
Tom felt his heart thumping in his chest, his cock visibly twitching in response to her reply, she felt it move in her hand.
"The poor thing is trapped in your wet trunks, get him out for me" begged the lady. Tom obliged flipping the front of his trunks forward to undo the cord underneath before lifting the damp material that was tented over his throbbing cock out of the way.
As he did so he pulled back the hood to reveal his swollen purple head, the tip glistening with pre-cum as it anticipated what might happen next. Instinctively she reached over and took the shaft of his cock in her hand drawing the head to her mouth. Her lips gripped his cock whilst her tongue swirled around his head enjoying the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.
She released his cock with a big smile on her face and said "I am Alisha by the way, pleased to meet you, sorry I am feeling frisky and teasing you, can you pop him away for the time being."
"I am Tom" pleased to meet you, he replied disappointingly tucking his cock back inside his trucks. As he did, so she patted a spot on the large beach towel on which she was sat. He sat down beside her, she could feel the warmth emanating from his torso they were so close.
"Do you like to play games Tom" Alisha asked.
"It all depends what the game is Alisha" he replied.
"It’s a holding game, we are both obviously on the brink of losing control, let’s see who can hold the longest" as she suggested the naughty game she felt her gusset warm a little as pee dribbled from her. God she wanted to massage her throbbing cunt, to an orgasm right there but waiting would be even more fun, she hoped her question would get the right response.
"That sounds like a fun game, I think you will win, I am genuinely about to piss myself any minute" replied Jon, feeling his cock throb with anticipation.
As he replied "fun" a shiver of anticipation coursed through her body.
"I have got two beers left in my cooler, why don't we drink those to really get the game started"
Alisha learnt over and popped the lid off her cooler and reached in to pull two beers out, she handed one to Tom. Tom took it in his hand, the cool can wet in his hand with rivulets of condensation clinging to the outside. He immediately pulled the ring hearing a satisfying hiss as he opened it at the same time Alisha opened hers.
"Tom held up his can, cheers, here's to being desperate to pee on the beach"
"Cheers" replied Alisha in reply, as they both took a long draft from their cans.
As Tom took his first sip of beer, he had to concentrate on ensuring he did not release immediately. A naughty thought crept into his mind.
"So Alisha tell me about the rules for your game, how are we going to tell who wins" Tom asked.
"It’s whoever pees first" she replied still not sure about why he asked such a question with such an obvious answer.
"But how can I tell when you have peed, with you sat upright on the sand you could leaking into the sand without me even noticing. I propose you must sit on my hand so then if you do leak, I will be able to feel it"
Alisha felt her clit twitch with anticipation "Ok that makes sense, but I need to hold your cock in return" she said with a dirty grin.
“So, it’s agreed let’s finish these beers and let the holding challenge begin” Alisha said with a smile.
Alisha put the beer to her lips and finished what remained, beckoning Tom to finish his. Tom put his can to his lips enjoying the last of the ice-cold beer but feeling his bladder was going to give way any second.
“So where do you want to place your hand Tom,” Alisha inquired, feeling her swollen clitoris aching for attention between her now sticky vaginal lips all being hugged by the pee dampened gusset of her costume.
“If you lift your bum up, I can scootch my hand underneath” replied Tom feeling his cock grow harder in his trunks as he felt his heartbeat faster, he knew where this was leading.
“Ok” replied Alisha eager to feel his touch, wondering if she would leak within seconds of his hands touching the gusset of her costume. Alisha straightened her arms by her side and pushed down on the sand beneath her beach towel. It was just enough to lift her bum off the sand. A tingle went up her spine as she felt Tom’s large hand burrow underneath her buttocks the tips of his fingers resting on the damp material of her gusset.
She felt his fingers pressing on her gusset massaging it between her now slick vaginal lips.
“How does that feel” he said with a grin?
She stifled a moan, loving the feeling as her damp gusset gently grazed her clit. Part of her wanted to release her aching bladder and piss right through onto his hand to see what happened next but she resisted.
“That feels so good Tom, now it’s my turn to make sure I know if you have peed” Alisha whispered.
Alisha turned her body into Tom, her fingers resting on the obvious bulge in his trunks, whilst her thumb found the head of his cock and began to gently massage it making a circular motion.
“Does that feel good Tom” she asked with a smile, feeling his cock grow stiffer still as it reacted to her touch.
“Very,” Tom replied beginning to wonder if he was going to piss or cum in his trunks first.
“So, tell me why you were hard when you stood in front of me” inquired Alisha openly.
“When I am desperate to pee, I do get hard, I am not really sure if that is a sexual thing, but what is a fact is that you were desperate to pee, in fact you leaked at the top of the dunes. I have had a thing for girls that get desperate and have accidents for as long as I can remember, what about you.” Tom asked, Alisha wondered how much long she could hold, her release at the top of the hill had given her some light relief but she was starting to feel the effects of the beer she had just drunk.
“Well you have come to the right place, I am definitely desperate to pee, I have been wetting since I was around 14, I used to do the washing in my Mom’s basement, let’s just say I did plenty of experimenting” replied Alisha, as she finished her reply she could feel Tom’s erection straining in his trunks.
“So, what about men wetting, do you like that?” asked Tom.
“Oh yeah, I love that too, I love it when men get desperate, the way the stain grows as they lose control.” as she replied she massaged Tom’s cock more vigorously, then it happened he felt his bladder give way. Just a little, he felt piss dribble from the end of his cock, Alisha felt it to and enjoyed rubbing it into the already damp material of his trunks.
“Does that mean I lose the game” Tom asked stifling a moan as Alisha rubbed his rock hard cock.
“No that was just a little leak I don’t think they really count it has to be something more obvious.” Alisha replied not wanting the naughty game to end. Relaxing her bladder a little she wanted to return the favour, Tom felt a wetness seeping through the gusset of her costume.
“Did you just leak a little” he inquired.
"Maybe honey, to be honest I am so wet down there, I can't be sure.” As she said the words he felt his cock twitch in her loose grip.
"I am loving this game as much as you are Tom, my clit is aching nearly as much as my bladder" as she said the words she turned to kiss him. His lips opened immediately letting her hot tongue explore his mouth. As she did so Alisha started to grind her hips onto Tom's hand wanting to feel more pressure on her throbbing clit. Tom responded in kind gyrating his hips, so his swollen cock rubbed against her hand. Tom’s left hand moved to Alisha’s side, she felt his warm touch on her as it glided up her body and began to massage her left breast. His right hand tried to meet Alisha’s demands for more attention, flexing the muscles in it he tried to keep his hand taught allowing her to grind against it. His tongue tingled with excitement as it touched hers. The only thing keeping him from pissing himself was the size of his erection. Alisha’s hand had shifted slightly allowing the sensitive tip to rub against her palm. Tom felt himself lose control again hot pee dribbling through the front of his trunks from the tip of his penis, once again he managed to regain control, this time he leaked for longer, he could feel the front of his trunks were once again wet with his piss.
Alisha pressed her mouth against Toms more firmly feeling a shiver of anticipation, reacting to the tingling sensation as their tongues writhed together like two snakes locked in battle. She felt Tom’s hand on her breast kneading it first before his attention focused on her nipple, his thumb rubbing it through her costume until it became pert to his touch. A tingle went down her spine as she felt Tom lose control again, his piss wetting her palm, instinctively she pressed her hand against his trunks rubbing the warm pee into them before she felt him stem the flow. She continued to grind against his hand, but such was the extent of her desire she knew she could no longer cum like this. The sticky secretions now oozing from between her sex had run between her buttocks and had coated the gusset of costume, meaning her swollen clitoris was no longer getting the same stimulation from Tom’s hand. Thankfully, her dirty mind kicked into gear with such a naughty solution. She pulled away from Tom kiss moving her mouth to his ear.
“Did someone have a little accident” she whispered still rubbing the wet spot on his trunks “such a naughty boy the next time you lose control, you lose the game”
As he walked down the beach he realized just how close he was to pissing himself, he wished he had got up to go earlier, his cock now semi hard he could barely walk in a straight line as he tried to prevent himself soaking his budgie smugglers...
Just as he neared the rock he lost control and hot piss arced through his trunks, making a large obvious dark blue wet patch at the front, ramming his hand down his trunks he managed to stop the flow by pinching the base of his cock, his face now beet red with embarrassment he quickly looked around to see if anyone was around...
"Oops did someone have a little accident "
He was staring at a woman a little younger than him with a voluptuous figure wearing a purple tankini dress top and matching bikini bottoms.
"It was an accident” he admitted, trying to cover the wet bulge in his trunks...
The woman stepped a little closer to Tom.
"Don't worry we all have accidents from time to time"
She hoisted up her tankin top to reveal what looked like a little dark patch around her gusset,
"You are not the only one that needs to pee”.
"I know a place in the dunes if you are desperate" she said with a seductive smile on her face.
The woman then turned and started walking off the beach to the secluded dunes behind. Tom stood watching her, his cock now straining with anticipation against the wet stain at the front of his trunks. As the woman walked off the beach, she stopped for a moment, Tom was now some distance behind her but he could swear he saw her legs glisten in the sun.
Her heart was thumping in her chest at the sudden chance encounter and her bladder was aching, she stopped walking for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling as she let her bladder go for a few seconds releasing a little tinkle of pee that warmed her cooling gusset and ran down the inside of her leg to the golden sand of the dunes.
As Tom followed the lady drawing near to where she was stood he realised from the spots of liquid on the dunes it was where she had peed a little. Reaching the brow of the hill, he could see the mysterious lady had set up camp under the shade of a tree.
She patted the towel she was now sitting on next to her, Tom wondered what might happen next. He felt his still ramrod hard cock quiver with anticipation in his tight fitted trunks. As he walked towards her, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest, he started planning how he was going to approach this unforeseen situation.
Rather than hide the humiliating stain on the front of his trunks with the obvious erection behind it he decided to own it. He stepped to within two feet of the lady sitting on the towel, so his hard member was directly in her eye line.
"Your trunks look so tight" she inquired with a smile.
"Yes I know, I hoped you could help me out with that", he replied with a grin.
"Step closer let’s see what I can do", Tom stepped closed to her, her hand immediately reached out to stroke his throbbing cock.
"Your trunks are still wet from when you peed yourself but not as wet as mine, I just dribbled onto my towel", her left hand lifting up her top slightly to reveal an obvious wet patch on her purple bikini bottoms as she replied seductively. Beneath her bikini she could feel a warmth growing, her hand desperate to press the damp fabric onto her now swollen clit that was begging for attention, she could feel her bikini bottoms were no longer just wet with pee.
Tom felt his heart thumping in his chest, his cock visibly twitching in response to her reply, she felt it move in her hand.
"The poor thing is trapped in your wet trunks, get him out for me" begged the lady. Tom obliged flipping the front of his trunks forward to undo the cord underneath before lifting the damp material that was tented over his throbbing cock out of the way.
As he did so he pulled back the hood to reveal his swollen purple head, the tip glistening with pre-cum as it anticipated what might happen next. Instinctively she reached over and took the shaft of his cock in her hand drawing the head to her mouth. Her lips gripped his cock whilst her tongue swirled around his head enjoying the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.
She released his cock with a big smile on her face and said "I am Alisha by the way, pleased to meet you, sorry I am feeling frisky and teasing you, can you pop him away for the time being."
"I am Tom" pleased to meet you, he replied disappointingly tucking his cock back inside his trucks. As he did, so she patted a spot on the large beach towel on which she was sat. He sat down beside her, she could feel the warmth emanating from his torso they were so close.
"Do you like to play games Tom" Alisha asked.
"It all depends what the game is Alisha" he replied.
"It’s a holding game, we are both obviously on the brink of losing control, let’s see who can hold the longest" as she suggested the naughty game she felt her gusset warm a little as pee dribbled from her. God she wanted to massage her throbbing cunt, to an orgasm right there but waiting would be even more fun, she hoped her question would get the right response.
"That sounds like a fun game, I think you will win, I am genuinely about to piss myself any minute" replied Jon, feeling his cock throb with anticipation.
As he replied "fun" a shiver of anticipation coursed through her body.
"I have got two beers left in my cooler, why don't we drink those to really get the game started"
Alisha learnt over and popped the lid off her cooler and reached in to pull two beers out, she handed one to Tom. Tom took it in his hand, the cool can wet in his hand with rivulets of condensation clinging to the outside. He immediately pulled the ring hearing a satisfying hiss as he opened it at the same time Alisha opened hers.
"Tom held up his can, cheers, here's to being desperate to pee on the beach"
"Cheers" replied Alisha in reply, as they both took a long draft from their cans.
As Tom took his first sip of beer, he had to concentrate on ensuring he did not release immediately. A naughty thought crept into his mind.
"So Alisha tell me about the rules for your game, how are we going to tell who wins" Tom asked.
"It’s whoever pees first" she replied still not sure about why he asked such a question with such an obvious answer.
"But how can I tell when you have peed, with you sat upright on the sand you could leaking into the sand without me even noticing. I propose you must sit on my hand so then if you do leak, I will be able to feel it"
Alisha felt her clit twitch with anticipation "Ok that makes sense, but I need to hold your cock in return" she said with a dirty grin.
“So, it’s agreed let’s finish these beers and let the holding challenge begin” Alisha said with a smile.
Alisha put the beer to her lips and finished what remained, beckoning Tom to finish his. Tom put his can to his lips enjoying the last of the ice-cold beer but feeling his bladder was going to give way any second.
“So where do you want to place your hand Tom,” Alisha inquired, feeling her swollen clitoris aching for attention between her now sticky vaginal lips all being hugged by the pee dampened gusset of her costume.
“If you lift your bum up, I can scootch my hand underneath” replied Tom feeling his cock grow harder in his trunks as he felt his heartbeat faster, he knew where this was leading.
“Ok” replied Alisha eager to feel his touch, wondering if she would leak within seconds of his hands touching the gusset of her costume. Alisha straightened her arms by her side and pushed down on the sand beneath her beach towel. It was just enough to lift her bum off the sand. A tingle went up her spine as she felt Tom’s large hand burrow underneath her buttocks the tips of his fingers resting on the damp material of her gusset.
She felt his fingers pressing on her gusset massaging it between her now slick vaginal lips.
“How does that feel” he said with a grin?
She stifled a moan, loving the feeling as her damp gusset gently grazed her clit. Part of her wanted to release her aching bladder and piss right through onto his hand to see what happened next but she resisted.
“That feels so good Tom, now it’s my turn to make sure I know if you have peed” Alisha whispered.
Alisha turned her body into Tom, her fingers resting on the obvious bulge in his trunks, whilst her thumb found the head of his cock and began to gently massage it making a circular motion.
“Does that feel good Tom” she asked with a smile, feeling his cock grow stiffer still as it reacted to her touch.
“Very,” Tom replied beginning to wonder if he was going to piss or cum in his trunks first.
“So, tell me why you were hard when you stood in front of me” inquired Alisha openly.
“When I am desperate to pee, I do get hard, I am not really sure if that is a sexual thing, but what is a fact is that you were desperate to pee, in fact you leaked at the top of the dunes. I have had a thing for girls that get desperate and have accidents for as long as I can remember, what about you.” Tom asked, Alisha wondered how much long she could hold, her release at the top of the hill had given her some light relief but she was starting to feel the effects of the beer she had just drunk.
“Well you have come to the right place, I am definitely desperate to pee, I have been wetting since I was around 14, I used to do the washing in my Mom’s basement, let’s just say I did plenty of experimenting” replied Alisha, as she finished her reply she could feel Tom’s erection straining in his trunks.
“So, what about men wetting, do you like that?” asked Tom.
“Oh yeah, I love that too, I love it when men get desperate, the way the stain grows as they lose control.” as she replied she massaged Tom’s cock more vigorously, then it happened he felt his bladder give way. Just a little, he felt piss dribble from the end of his cock, Alisha felt it to and enjoyed rubbing it into the already damp material of his trunks.
“Does that mean I lose the game” Tom asked stifling a moan as Alisha rubbed his rock hard cock.
“No that was just a little leak I don’t think they really count it has to be something more obvious.” Alisha replied not wanting the naughty game to end. Relaxing her bladder a little she wanted to return the favour, Tom felt a wetness seeping through the gusset of her costume.
“Did you just leak a little” he inquired.
"Maybe honey, to be honest I am so wet down there, I can't be sure.” As she said the words he felt his cock twitch in her loose grip.
"I am loving this game as much as you are Tom, my clit is aching nearly as much as my bladder" as she said the words she turned to kiss him. His lips opened immediately letting her hot tongue explore his mouth. As she did so Alisha started to grind her hips onto Tom's hand wanting to feel more pressure on her throbbing clit. Tom responded in kind gyrating his hips, so his swollen cock rubbed against her hand. Tom’s left hand moved to Alisha’s side, she felt his warm touch on her as it glided up her body and began to massage her left breast. His right hand tried to meet Alisha’s demands for more attention, flexing the muscles in it he tried to keep his hand taught allowing her to grind against it. His tongue tingled with excitement as it touched hers. The only thing keeping him from pissing himself was the size of his erection. Alisha’s hand had shifted slightly allowing the sensitive tip to rub against her palm. Tom felt himself lose control again hot pee dribbling through the front of his trunks from the tip of his penis, once again he managed to regain control, this time he leaked for longer, he could feel the front of his trunks were once again wet with his piss.
Alisha pressed her mouth against Toms more firmly feeling a shiver of anticipation, reacting to the tingling sensation as their tongues writhed together like two snakes locked in battle. She felt Tom’s hand on her breast kneading it first before his attention focused on her nipple, his thumb rubbing it through her costume until it became pert to his touch. A tingle went down her spine as she felt Tom lose control again, his piss wetting her palm, instinctively she pressed her hand against his trunks rubbing the warm pee into them before she felt him stem the flow. She continued to grind against his hand, but such was the extent of her desire she knew she could no longer cum like this. The sticky secretions now oozing from between her sex had run between her buttocks and had coated the gusset of costume, meaning her swollen clitoris was no longer getting the same stimulation from Tom’s hand. Thankfully, her dirty mind kicked into gear with such a naughty solution. She pulled away from Tom kiss moving her mouth to his ear.
“Did someone have a little accident” she whispered still rubbing the wet spot on his trunks “such a naughty boy the next time you lose control, you lose the game”
