This story was inspired by seeing this woman in this Instagram reel by Late Night Vibes (Screenshot).
My name’s David… and I’m single.
I had split up from my long-term partner four years ago, and I must admit I got fed up of regularly wanking over pictures of women on the internet, so after a long period of indecision, I finally decided to join an online dating agency in a hope to find a nice woman to go on a night out with.
After looking through many potential dates, I saw this lovely young blonde woman. Her name was Dana, aged 24, and who is a fitness instructor. When I saw her, I searched for her in social media. Astonishingly, I found that she had an Instagram page where she were short videos and pictures of her training. Wow… she has a fit body in her gymwear.
I got in touch with a message in the hope that I would get a nice date with her. At first, I heard nothing for a couple weeks, then one day I looked up a text message on my phone from Dana asking me for a date. A few days later, we arranged for a meeting at a wine bar in the city centre. Before I even prepared for the date, I had a long shower and gave my body a good scrub. I had then shaved my beard of my face and put on a crisp, freshly-ironed shirt and a pair of black jeans. I sprayed some deodorant over myself and slapped on after shave. I put on some polished brown shoes and I was ready to leave for the night. I had earlier booked a hotel room close to the bar in case anything went wrong.
Later, I caught the bus from home to the city centre, and walked through the public square to see that we were to meet in The Big Ocean Bar (yeah, awful name, but so….). I walked into the bar. As it was during the evening, it was full of people deep in conversation with a mix of music playing in the background. How was I able to find Dana in this place? It took me about five minutes to search around, and I couldn’t see any blonde women on their own.
At that point, I felt like giving up, but I eventually persisted. I looked at the bar where I saw the back of a young woman sitting on a stool. She was wearing a tight, sleeveless yellow dress, and I saw that she had bought two drinks- it was clear that she was waiting for me. I couldn’t tell if she had been there for a while. I pushed my way through the crowds of people to go up to her. “Hello?”
Dana turned around. “Hi,” she said, and got up as we both gave a greeting kiss.
“You’re David, right?”
“Yes, have you been here a while?”
“Half an hour,” Dana replied. “Would you like a drink? I got one for you.” We got our full glass and said, “Cheers” in unison.
We had our introductions and spent a lot of the evening engaged in conversation. We also had a few drinks as well, and I surprised myself that I was able to engage in any sort of talking with Dana. When I needed to pee, I went to the toilet a couple of times, but I noticed that Dana had been sitting on the stool next to me and didn’t even go once, and as as result, she started to fidget a little. I discreetly noticed that she pushed one of her hands into her crotch and crossed her legs. Another twenty minutes later, I went to the toilet again, and when I returned to the bar, she was struggling on the stool. Throughout the evening, Dana was getting more desperate, and was wriggling near uncontrollably.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Er, I-I’m okay David,” she struggled to reply, as her hand had been jammed in her crotch for a while.
A couple of hours later, we both decided to leave the bar and I offered to take her home. We decided to wait at a nearby taxi rank which was a long queue of people wanting for their rides home.
“David, I need to piss!” Dana screamed, jamming one hand into the crotch of her dress and bending over slightly. When I discreetly saw her action, I felt my penis stir a little bit.
“Would you be able to hold on a little bit, hopefully we’ll get a taxi soon?”
“I’ll try, but it’ll be difficult,” Dana replied.
At that point, she didn’t care how many people were watch her grabbing herself as she was becoming very desperate. I was also myself getting desperate, but for the moment, I resisted for now to pinch my penis through my dark trousers. The night air was getting colder, and both of us felt starting to shiver a little. We were becoming more desperate as we were continuing to wait for our taxis. I felt my penis get hard and stiff as I saw Dana continually grab her crotch and bending over.
“Good grief, I don’t know if I can hold it any longer,” she whined.
“We may need to find a toilet,” I said. Although we wanted to be home in a reasonable amount of time, the main priority was that we need to empty our bladders!
We both had to leave the queue to look for a discreet place where we could go to pee. At that point Dana was struggling to walk with me. The problem was that in almost every side street there were crowds of late night revellers walking around. I was discreetly staring at Dana desperately holding herself tightly through her yellow dress. I felt my penis get rock hard at this, even though I still needed to go too.
“Oh, goodness, I’m going to wet myself. I need to pee…now!” Dana pleaded. She was prancing around by now, and she could let go of her bladder at any moment.
“I know it’s frustrating, but can you hold on for just a little longer while we find somewhere to go?”
“What???? I’m literally going in my knickers!!!”
I grabbed Dana’s free hand while she was still holding herself with the other. It felt like the longest five minutes of our lives. Eventually, we found this short alleyway, which had been smelling of stale pee. There was a container rubbish bin at the end which was dark, but could give us both some privacy.
“Please, I can’t go there, it smells!” Dana whined, continuing to hold herself. At that point, I had to pinch my penis through my trousers.
“It’s okay, you can go there, it’s no problem.” Suddenly, I started to hear a hissing sound, and was shocked to see Dana pissing herself. I stood and stared as she totally soaked her yellow dress. I then looked at the sighs of relief she had on her face as the pee trickled down her shoes and onto the pavement. She had peed a long time and I was amazed to see that she held in so much fluid. When she emptied herself, I saw a large saturated wet spot on the front of her dress. She looked up to me and apologised softly.
“Er, I’m so s-sorry. Really sorry. It’s so embarrassing.”
“Er, don’t worry about it,” I replied.
“I also have a confession to make… you see, I know it’s, er….well you see.. I have been on dating apps for a long time, and even though I look attractive, you have been my first serious date,” Dana said.
“Wow, I thought you would get a lot of requests,” I enquired.
“I also have to confess something else… when I am alone, I have often liked to hold my pee… a lot,” Dana answered.”It started when I was in the last year of primary school. Sometimes I liked to wet myself a lot, and I have been doing it for a long time.”
I was stunned. She then took one of my hands and slowly placed it on her wet dress. I started to feel the damp material and then slowly grabbed her crotch. We then both began making out. I realised at that point that I forgot my own desperation for a while. I then reached down to lift up her dress and put my hand up her inner thighs to reach her wet knickers. I touched the material before I pushed the gusset aside to feel her vagina. I heard Dana beginning to moan softly as I started to rub her. She widened her legs a little to give me more access. I was so tempted to just pull her knickers down and have sex with her, but with so many people around, it would be too dangerous. Dana leaned herself against me while I was masturbating her.
Minutes later, I felt that she was buckling, and I could tell she was about to have her orgasm. Suddenly, she shut her legs tight which trapped my hand, let out a small scream and started quivering. After a few moments, she parted her legs again to enable me to release my hand from her vagina and sighed.
“Ohhh, that was so good,” she cooed.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” I replied. “Oh, damn, now I need to pee now.”
“Can you hold it for a little bit, because I need to give you something back?” Dana asked, and with that, she then unzipped my pants and pulled out my now stiffening penis. Kneeling down and facing it, she began to start slowly sucking it. Oh, goodness… I had a lot of BJs in my time, but this felt great. I was writhing about while she was blowing me.
“Please, keep going, keep going,” I pleaded. Dana then quickened the pace, and minutes later, I came, shooting loads of semen into her mouth. She almost choked at first, but swallowed most of the semen and sucked my penis clean.
“That was a great BJ…. the best I’ve had in a while,” I said. I was going to pee on the wall when Dana made an unusual request.
“No! Don’t go there. I’d like you to piss on me.”
“Eh???”
“I like you to piss on my dress. I know I’m still wet, but I don’t mind.”
I directed my penis at the bottom half of her dress, and started to pee on the damp patch, eventually soaking it again. Dana had been moaning while I released my fluid. It seemed to take ages, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I was done. For a few moments I stared at the re-saturated front of her dress. Dana smiled, then the both of us held hands and walked back to the taxi rank. It was a great night.
A couple of weeks later, I tried to get in touch with Dana again to ask her for another date, but for some reason, her profile was suddenly deleted from the dating agency. I tried looking for her online without success. After awhile, I stopped searching altogether. It’s sad me not being able to see her again, but I’ll never forget what happened at the bar that night.