Cherry went to sit down at the computer. She wanted another wet sex session, so she logged on to the internet on her computer to look at the sexy pictures of other women peeing and becoming desperate. She liked that, because she had earlier drank two large cups of ice cold orange juice in quick succession. She was wearing a pair of tight white jeans with a sky blue top and sitting on a large towel, which was folded in three places to fit the chair. She started fidgeting slightly, shifting on her bum, and was beginning to enjoy herself.
She logged in to a chatroom of one of her favourite fetish websites. She began to talk to someone only known as the username, Demon.
“How are you today?” asked Cherry.
“I’m fine, thanks,” replied Demon. “How wet are you?”
“Just started,” said Cherry.
She felt she was going to have a great time, so she continued having their conversation.
“Do you like to be desperate?” asked Demon.
“Most of the time… especially right now, lol!” Cherry said.
“I like to wait until I really have to go to the toilet. I don’t like having accidents,” said Demon.
“The thrill of it is when a person holds her wee until it’s too late,” Cherry said with a giggle. “If I’m on my own when I’m desperate, I sometimes put my hand to my pussy and then wank myself off. I get the most delicious orgasm, which makes me pee afterwards, mmmmmmmm!”
“Sick bitch, lolololol!” laughed Demon. “That must have been great. When I was a boy, I was known in my neighbourhood as the ‘Wet Kid’…. I would often wet my pants at regular periods, even when I was at home.”
“Why was that?” asked Cherry.
“I don’t know. I had wet myself on the way home from primary school one day. I was at first embarrassed about it, but later, I found the experience exciting,” said Demon.
“I didn’t often wet myself when I was young, I was more into desperation,” said Cherry. “I used to hide behind a cubicle in the school toilets so I could make myself wait for as long as possible. I hated using public toilets, so mostly, I had to wait all day until it was time to go home.”
The pair continued their conversation when Cherry felt that she was becoming desperate. She crossed her legs and started bouncing on the chair.
“I’ll need to go soon,” she said.
“How desperate are you?” asked Demon.
“Quite a lot, but not too desperate yet,” Cherry replied. She was beginning to feel the after effects of the orange juice going down to her bladder. She continued to fidget and found it difficult to type letters because of her discomfort.
“You okay?” asked Demon. “You’re typing’s a bit bad.”
“I really need to go now,” said Cherry.
“Okay, I’ll give you a challenge. Try to hold it for at least an hour, and I’ll give you a gold star!” said Demon.
Cherry accepted the challenge. “You’re on!”
For half an hour, Cherry had wriggled, fidgeted and squirmed on her chair. Her desperation was becoming wilder by now, so she continued to explain to her chatroom friend about her predicament. Later, it got so bad that she had one hand in her crotch while typing on the keyboard with the other. Suddenly, she gasped, and felt a little wee escape from her pussy and leak into her panties.
“I’ve leaked!” she said.
“Try to hold it for me… please!” Demon pleaded.
“It’ll be difficult, but I’ll try,” Cherry replied.
Cherry continued to sit and fidget on her chair, with her legs crossed tightly, and bouncing repeatedly.
“Awwwww…. I need to go badly!” she thought. Later, she became even more and extremely desperate, and was flexing her bladder muscles in order to keep the wee in.
“You still in trouble?” asked Demon.
“I’m literally wetting my pants!” Cherry replied. She was shaking all over, both her hands were jammed inbetween her legs. She suddenly let go another spurt of wee, which began to soak her panties. She widened her legs and looked down to see a small wet patch in the crotch area of her white jeans.
“I’ve just leaked again, but it feels great!” she said.
“I wish I could see you in your current state!” Demon joked. That’s the beauty of internet chatrooms… two or more people can talk to each other, and yet remain anonymous.
Cherry was heading for the point of no return. She felt more wee soak her bottom. She looked down at the widening wet patch.
“I’m getting wetter now!” she gasped. She kept trying to hold her wee through flexing of her bladder muscles, but had continued to leak into her jeans.
“I’m not going to make it!” she told Demon at the computer. With that she widened her legs and started to let go. She felt the urine beginning to soak her bottom and towel. She described to Demon what was happening.
“Awwwww….it’s great. I’m feeling the wetness down there!”
She gave a huge sigh of relief as her long wee soaked her jeans, towel and chair…..
“Same time next week?” she asked.
“You bet!” Demon replied, and after that, Cherry left the chatroom and shut down the computer.