Here is another archived update in Sarah’s now-defunct blog.
Last weekend, I went to a Hallowe’en party with John. We were supposed to have gone in fancy dress, but we were too late in trying to rent a couple of Hallowe’en costumes, so we went there in our casual clothes. I was wearing black almost all over, with a sweater and a new pair of black jeans I bought last week from the hypermarket.
The party was held not far from us, so we both decided to walk the twenty minutes from our place. When we got there, we saw many of our friends, all of them in fancy dress. And as usual, in any party, there is a lot to eat…. and drink. I was quite thirsty because I seldom eat or take in fluid before going to a party, so I opened a bottle of lager and started drinking it.
Both of us were soon getting into the swing of things, getting in conversations about the usual stuff. An hour later, I felt that usual twinge in my bladder. I felt at that point it was better for me to go to the toilet. I walked down the hall to see a queue of around ten people wanting to use it. As I wasn’t so desperate at that point, I went back to the party.
I then got myself engaged in conversation with this really hunky guy. His name was Donovan, who had blonde hair with red streaks painted on it, and was dressed as Count Dracula. I bet John was keeping an eye on me for talking to this bloke. About half an hour later, my need to go increased, so I interrupted our conversation to go to the toilet again, only to find that even more people were waiting in a queue to use it now (we had a big turnout at this party).
When I returned to Donovan, I suggested that we sit down somewhere (preferably out of John’s sight). We found somewhere discreet and continued our virtual flirting. But after a couple hours of holding that I felt I was getting into some bother. I now was getting desperate, putting my hands inbetween my legs and squeezed them really tight.
Donovan noticed what I was doing and asked me if I was alright. I replied that I was okay, just cold… yeah, right! Moments later, I began to fidget. I really liked him, but my attraction was increasingly taken over by my desperate need to empty my bladder! My hands were still inbetween my crossed legs, and now I found it difficult to keep still. He asked me if I wanted antoher drink… stupidly, despite my predicament, I said yes. While he went for the drink, I double-crossed my legs in a bid to hold back the potential flood. Worse was to come… John had come looking for me. He demanded that we get ready to go home. I insisted on staying at the party, but he wanted us to leave soon. I pleaded with him that I could stay, as our flat wasn’t far from there, and I could get several of my friends to walk me home. After thinking about it, he agreed, and decided to leave.
After he went, I realised that Donovan still hadn’t got me a drink, so I went to the toilet again. Thankfully I didn’t wait too long, but when the last guy opened the door, I could smell the awful stench form inside. It was so bad, I nearly threw up, so I rushed out of the toilet, even though I still needed to empty my bladder.
Donovan finally got my drink and suggested we leave the party for a bit. I got a bit excited at this. We both got our drinks and left the house that the party was held and walked outside into the cold. It was dark except for the streetlights that were on. We found this nearby alleyway and walked through. I couldn’t walk straight now because of my bursting bladder. I knew that if I didn’t go soon, I was going to have accident, and John would not be very pleased about that, not that I would’ve cared about that.
While in conversation with the hunky Donovan, I continued to fidget badly. When he asked me again what was the problem, I finally admitted to him that I was desperate and needed to wee. That seemed to get him excited. He gave me a French kiss on the lips. That felt really good. Moments later we started to kiss each other. Donovan put his arms around me and aimed to squeeze me, putting more pressure on my aching bladder, but somehow I held firm, not letting any drops out… at least not yet…..
While we were kissing, Donovan put one hand under my sweater to feel my swollen bladder, then he slowly pushed it down my trousers to feel my pussy, which was getting wet, but not with wee, but my juices. He then started to stroke it. I was getting so worked up at Donovan kissing and masturbating me, that I didn’t realise I was about to lose control. I soon felt a little trickle gush from my pussy which filled my underwear. In a state of shock, I quickly pulled his hand out of my trousers, unbuttoned my trousers, crouched down, and let go a torrent of wee. It came out like a jet onto the dirty ground. Donovan got his dick out from his costume and started to quickly masturbate. He must have got himself turned on watching me wee. I must have being weeing for over a minute, and when I finally finished, I got up, took Donovan’s free hand, and put it over my wee-stained pussy, then I took his dick, pulled him towards me and pushed it right inside me. For about around fifteen minutes, we both had some great quickie sex. I heard from his groans that he was about to come, so I pulled his dick out, crouched down and directed it towards my face. He then shot his semen over me, letting it splatter as he did so. I bet he would be satisfied that night.
We rejoined to the party to see that most of the guests were beginning to leave, and I felt I had to go to as well. I asked Donovan for his phone number, but I found that he had also left. I spent about twenty minutes looking for him. I was disappointed in the end. I had two great sexual encounters with two complete strangers now. I’m beginning to feel fed up of John. Despite staying together with him, I fear that we may be growing apart…..