Desperate
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NOTE: I was unsure about posting this one. Not one of my better stories. I am posting just to get a story out until I finish with the next better one.
Hannah was glad to finally be on the way home. It had been a long day and she'd spent most of it dying to pee.
Hannah was feeling very uncomfortable, her bladder aching and her tummy distended. The journey back to the condo had taken forever, the car breaking down half way which didn't help, leaving her to walk the last few streets in a downpour. Hannah noticed as she walked that her panties felt damp, she hoped it was excitement at the thought of what she planned to do when she got home or the rain soaking her to the skin. Three coffee breaks through the day were taking their toll now.
Hannah pressed the elevator button in the lobby while shuffling her feet, wondering if the batteries in her vibrator would still be working after all this time. And if she should pee first, or come. The elevator door opened and she stepped in, reaching for the buttons.
"Hold it would you," said a voice. It was her twin sister running after her, red faced, breasts bouncing in her clingy top, soaked to the skin from the rain outside.
"I shouted for you but you had your headphones in. I was driving behind you, got stuck in a traffic jam."
"Oh, right. Well." Hannah pressed the door close button. The elevator began to rise. Second floor, third, fourth. Suddenly there was a judder and a scr****g noise, then the lights flickered. The elevator ground to a halt, its lights going out completely now.
"What the hell?" Hannah said, groping for the emergency call button. She found it and pressed.
"Can I help?" a tinny voice echoed out of the lift speaker.
"We're stuck, the elevator isn't moving."
"Hold on. I'll just look into that for you."
Faint voices were audible in the background before the person came back to the microphone. "Hi there, we can see there's a problem, but it may take a while to get it working again. Is it just you in there?"
"Nope, there's two of us," said Samantha.
"Okay, well try and keep calm and we'll get things moving as quickly as possible."
"Oh God," said Hannah, letting go of the button, pushing her hand between her legs in the darkness, squeezing it and squirming slightly.
"It'll be all right," replied Samantha.
"It's not that," said Hannah. "It's kind of embarrassing but I'm dying for a pee."
"Oh. Can you hold it in?"
"I'll try, but I hope they get this fixed quickly."
Time passed. In the darkness Hannah wasn't sure how long they'd been waiting. Do you have your phone?" she asked at last.
"No, I left it at home this morning. What about you?"
"Batteries dead. I just wondered what time it was."
They stood in awkward silence for a while longer, in the pitch black it was impossible to know even where each of them was even stood. Hannah was wriggling on her feet, feeling the pressure on her bladder growing ever stronger. She was going to have to go soon. This was so humiliating. She pressed both hands between her legs, squeezing her hand with her thigh muscles, but the dampness in her knickers was pressing against her, making it harder to distract herself now. Why was she still aroused? It didn't make sense.
"Listen," she said eventually. "I can't hold it in any longer, I'm going to have to go. Just don't hate me for this."
"It's fine," she heard Samantha's voice come from the other corner. "Do what you have to do. I don't think I could ever be embarrassed around you, no matter what you do. I love you, sis"
Hannah couldn't wait for more compliments, nice as they were. She frantically pulled her panties down from under her mini skirt and held them in her hand. Crouching in the corner of the elevator, legs spread, she hoped she wouldn't splash onto her expensive shoes. She stood up again deciding to pull them off, putting them in the far corner away from her.
She squatted down once more, feeling as if she were about to burst. She tried to relax her bladder, wishing this wasn't happening, face going red in the darkness. It was harder than she'd thought, her body not co-operating. It still thought this wasn't the place to go. Finally a single squirt of pee splashed out of her and she jolted in shock. The warmth hit her foot and at the same time a hand began stroking her bottom. Her body froze, her peeing stopped, bladder screaming for release, still desperate to go.
"Is that you?" Hannah found herself asking, almost laughing. Who the hell else would it be?
"I was coming over to hold your hand," replied Samantha. "It's a bit scary in the dark like this."
"That isn't my hand though. That's my butt."
"I know." Silence descended. Hannah stayed perfectly still, waiting for her sister to move away, not wanting to pee on her.
Samantha continued stroking her butt though, arm trapped between Hannah's legs. Hannah didn't know what to do, she couldn't hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Samantha's arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark.
Hannah couldn't wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Samantha's arm before falling to the floor. She felt something pressing against her legs too, then realized it was Samantha's hair. She was leaning her face in, shuffling in the dark to lie underneath Hannah on her back, wriggling along the floor..
Hannah felt down with her hands. She could feel that Samantha had moved to lie directly under her, tongue sticking out, hot pee splashing onto her, soaking her face and hair, covering her clothes as she lay on the elevator floor. Still the hand kept probing round her bottom. Hannah found herself incredibly turned on by this, in the pitch black. When a long fingernail brushed round her anus, she didn't even move away, just pushed down slightly, helping it to go inside. She felt it slide up into her, probing inside her ass, thrusting gently. It was joined by a tongue licking between her pussy and her butt.
Still she kept peeing, it smelt strongly in there now having been held in all day long. She knew it would be soaking Samantha's top and she found that excited her more, thinking of her bra showing through the wet top. She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Samantha swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Samantha's face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt exquisite, silky smooth, tasting her, licking inside her, a nose brushing her bottom, chin pressed against her clit. She ground down onto it, at last feeling the burning in her clit being satisfied.
Hannah fell forwards, laying herself down on top of Samantha, groping in the dark for her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, pushing her panties to one side. She slipped her fingers into the sopping wetness she could feel in the pitch black, one finger then another, thrusting them in and out of her sister. She felt with her tongue for the bump of a clit, sucking it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, circling it over and over.
The finger in her bottom was thrusting faster now as the tongue inside her lapped ever harder. She ground her hips down, the pressure on her clit now so much she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Seconds later she felt Samantha bite down onto her as an orgasm ripped through her, the fingers inside her squeezed so tight by Samantha's muscles it was almost painful. Hannah felt hot gasping breaths between her legs, muffled groans coming from her sister, her legs were twitching as the climax took over. Hannah felt a squirt of something coming out of Samantha and splash over her face. The taste was sensational and she found herself gulping it down, licking up as much as she could.
It was all too much for Hannah now, she felt her own orgasm flying towards the most powerful climax she'd ever felt. The naughtiness of what they were doing excited her even more, knowing that at any moment the lights might come on, the elevator doors might open. She screamed out loud as her climax took over her, bright lights flashing in her eyes even though they were closed, the finger in her ass gripped tightly, pulled inwards. She pushed down with her hips, almost suffocating Samantha who struggled for breath under her. Her hands became fists as she felt the sensational joy of her climax, her clit at last being satisfied as the orgasm spread its warmth throughout her whole being. She collapsed onto the body under her, breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.
With a jolt, the elevator suddenly began moving again. Hannah shot to her feet, wobbling dizzily, reaching out with her hand. She helped Samantha up just as the lights pinged back into life. She looked at her companion, top soaked to the skin, nipples clearly visible through it, hair still a mess. Hannah glanced down at herself. She was dressed, her shoes were still on her feet.
"Why is the floor wet?" Samantha asked suddenly. "Was it raining that much?"
"Erm..." Hannah thought. Was it a dream? Was Samantha pretending?
Hannah was glad to finally be on the way home. It had been a long day and she'd spent most of it dying to pee.
Hannah was feeling very uncomfortable, her bladder aching and her tummy distended. The journey back to the condo had taken forever, the car breaking down half way which didn't help, leaving her to walk the last few streets in a downpour. Hannah noticed as she walked that her panties felt damp, she hoped it was excitement at the thought of what she planned to do when she got home or the rain soaking her to the skin. Three coffee breaks through the day were taking their toll now.
Hannah pressed the elevator button in the lobby while shuffling her feet, wondering if the batteries in her vibrator would still be working after all this time. And if she should pee first, or come. The elevator door opened and she stepped in, reaching for the buttons.
"Hold it would you," said a voice. It was her twin sister running after her, red faced, breasts bouncing in her clingy top, soaked to the skin from the rain outside.
"I shouted for you but you had your headphones in. I was driving behind you, got stuck in a traffic jam."
"Oh, right. Well." Hannah pressed the door close button. The elevator began to rise. Second floor, third, fourth. Suddenly there was a judder and a scr****g noise, then the lights flickered. The elevator ground to a halt, its lights going out completely now.
"What the hell?" Hannah said, groping for the emergency call button. She found it and pressed.
"Can I help?" a tinny voice echoed out of the lift speaker.
"We're stuck, the elevator isn't moving."
"Hold on. I'll just look into that for you."
Faint voices were audible in the background before the person came back to the microphone. "Hi there, we can see there's a problem, but it may take a while to get it working again. Is it just you in there?"
"Nope, there's two of us," said Samantha.
"Okay, well try and keep calm and we'll get things moving as quickly as possible."
"Oh God," said Hannah, letting go of the button, pushing her hand between her legs in the darkness, squeezing it and squirming slightly.
"It'll be all right," replied Samantha.
"It's not that," said Hannah. "It's kind of embarrassing but I'm dying for a pee."
"Oh. Can you hold it in?"
"I'll try, but I hope they get this fixed quickly."
Time passed. In the darkness Hannah wasn't sure how long they'd been waiting. Do you have your phone?" she asked at last.
"No, I left it at home this morning. What about you?"
"Batteries dead. I just wondered what time it was."
They stood in awkward silence for a while longer, in the pitch black it was impossible to know even where each of them was even stood. Hannah was wriggling on her feet, feeling the pressure on her bladder growing ever stronger. She was going to have to go soon. This was so humiliating. She pressed both hands between her legs, squeezing her hand with her thigh muscles, but the dampness in her knickers was pressing against her, making it harder to distract herself now. Why was she still aroused? It didn't make sense.
"Listen," she said eventually. "I can't hold it in any longer, I'm going to have to go. Just don't hate me for this."
"It's fine," she heard Samantha's voice come from the other corner. "Do what you have to do. I don't think I could ever be embarrassed around you, no matter what you do. I love you, sis"
Hannah couldn't wait for more compliments, nice as they were. She frantically pulled her panties down from under her mini skirt and held them in her hand. Crouching in the corner of the elevator, legs spread, she hoped she wouldn't splash onto her expensive shoes. She stood up again deciding to pull them off, putting them in the far corner away from her.
She squatted down once more, feeling as if she were about to burst. She tried to relax her bladder, wishing this wasn't happening, face going red in the darkness. It was harder than she'd thought, her body not co-operating. It still thought this wasn't the place to go. Finally a single squirt of pee splashed out of her and she jolted in shock. The warmth hit her foot and at the same time a hand began stroking her bottom. Her body froze, her peeing stopped, bladder screaming for release, still desperate to go.
"Is that you?" Hannah found herself asking, almost laughing. Who the hell else would it be?
"I was coming over to hold your hand," replied Samantha. "It's a bit scary in the dark like this."
"That isn't my hand though. That's my butt."
"I know." Silence descended. Hannah stayed perfectly still, waiting for her sister to move away, not wanting to pee on her.
Samantha continued stroking her butt though, arm trapped between Hannah's legs. Hannah didn't know what to do, she couldn't hold it in much longer. A drip fell from her, landing on Samantha's arm. She expected her to move away disgusted, but instead she just kept stroking her in the dark, arm brushing against her pussy, hand probing between her buttocks, stroking up and down with her fingers, exploring in the dark.
Hannah couldn't wait any longer, her bladder relaxed involuntarily. She felt herself opening up and a stream of hot piss flew from her, splashing straight onto Samantha's arm before falling to the floor. She felt something pressing against her legs too, then realized it was Samantha's hair. She was leaning her face in, shuffling in the dark to lie underneath Hannah on her back, wriggling along the floor..
Hannah felt down with her hands. She could feel that Samantha had moved to lie directly under her, tongue sticking out, hot pee splashing onto her, soaking her face and hair, covering her clothes as she lay on the elevator floor. Still the hand kept probing round her bottom. Hannah found herself incredibly turned on by this, in the pitch black. When a long fingernail brushed round her anus, she didn't even move away, just pushed down slightly, helping it to go inside. She felt it slide up into her, probing inside her ass, thrusting gently. It was joined by a tongue licking between her pussy and her butt.
Still she kept peeing, it smelt strongly in there now having been held in all day long. She knew it would be soaking Samantha's top and she found that excited her more, thinking of her bra showing through the wet top. She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Samantha swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Samantha's face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt exquisite, silky smooth, tasting her, licking inside her, a nose brushing her bottom, chin pressed against her clit. She ground down onto it, at last feeling the burning in her clit being satisfied.
Hannah fell forwards, laying herself down on top of Samantha, groping in the dark for her skirt, pulling it up to her waist, pushing her panties to one side. She slipped her fingers into the sopping wetness she could feel in the pitch black, one finger then another, thrusting them in and out of her sister. She felt with her tongue for the bump of a clit, sucking it into her mouth, running her tongue over it, circling it over and over.
The finger in her bottom was thrusting faster now as the tongue inside her lapped ever harder. She ground her hips down, the pressure on her clit now so much she knew she wouldn't last much longer. Seconds later she felt Samantha bite down onto her as an orgasm ripped through her, the fingers inside her squeezed so tight by Samantha's muscles it was almost painful. Hannah felt hot gasping breaths between her legs, muffled groans coming from her sister, her legs were twitching as the climax took over. Hannah felt a squirt of something coming out of Samantha and splash over her face. The taste was sensational and she found herself gulping it down, licking up as much as she could.
It was all too much for Hannah now, she felt her own orgasm flying towards the most powerful climax she'd ever felt. The naughtiness of what they were doing excited her even more, knowing that at any moment the lights might come on, the elevator doors might open. She screamed out loud as her climax took over her, bright lights flashing in her eyes even though they were closed, the finger in her ass gripped tightly, pulled inwards. She pushed down with her hips, almost suffocating Samantha who struggled for breath under her. Her hands became fists as she felt the sensational joy of her climax, her clit at last being satisfied as the orgasm spread its warmth throughout her whole being. She collapsed onto the body under her, breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.
With a jolt, the elevator suddenly began moving again. Hannah shot to her feet, wobbling dizzily, reaching out with her hand. She helped Samantha up just as the lights pinged back into life. She looked at her companion, top soaked to the skin, nipples clearly visible through it, hair still a mess. Hannah glanced down at herself. She was dressed, her shoes were still on her feet.
"Why is the floor wet?" Samantha asked suddenly. "Was it raining that much?"
"Erm..." Hannah thought. Was it a dream? Was Samantha pretending?
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