It had been a long day at the beach. We were sitting in the back seat of my parent’s extended

It had been a long day at the beach. We were sitting in the back seat of my parent’s extended cab pickup, thinking we were being particularly sneaky (we weren’t.) Mandy and I were in that fun stage where we were truly discovering ourselves as sexual beings. Every week, we’d find some other way of getting each other off short of actually getting naked and fucking like we eventually would. We were virgins, and determined to stay that way until we eventually got married. Mandy was a shy bookish girl. I was a horny teenager determined to push the limits. That isn’t to say that she didn’t also push the limits from time to time (as shy bookish girls often do) but I felt like I was making the majority of the giant leaps. Today, my mission was to attempt to wiggle my hand under the waistband of her board shorts, move her bikini bottoms aside, and finger her in the backseat of my parents truck. I would do this all while not being caught. I’ll never forget these board shorts. They were tan, super tight made out of some sort of parachute material with pockets that made her ass pop. They were shorter than anything she was really comfortable wearing, but she wore them for me because she knew they drove me crazy. They were tight enough to give her a slight gap when she stood with her knees together, and the seam perfectly aligned with her slit so if she pulled them up ever so slightly, I would get a perfect view of her lips. They were so tight however, that I also needed her help getting my hand into them. Today, she kept squirming away from me. Very unlike her. We were under a blanket (so stealthy!) so what was her problem? It wasn’t like my parents could see. I couldn’t straight out ask, either, because that would sure alert them. I shot her a questioning look, and she sent back pleading eyes. This went on for 5 or 10 minutes until she finall got close and whispered in my ear: “no, I really really have to pee” That. Was. So. Hot. I had told her about a month prior how much he thought of her wetting herself would really turn me on. Even just the thought of her peeing was securely in my spank bank. It wasn’t like it was just a passing conversation either…. I had masturbated over the phone while she told me stories of times she “hadn’t made it” or had accidents. I could certainly understand the desire to not wet her pants in the back of my parents truck though, so I ceased trying to invade her pants and settled for grabbing her pussy tightly over her shorts. Her hips bucked into my hand, using the pressure of my grip to help her hold on. We stayed like that for the remainder of the 15 minute drive, hoping all the while that I would feel just a small bit of wetness creep out. It never happened, but her hips would grind against my hand occasionally, and that alone would be enough to fap to later. When we finally got to my parent’s house, I expected her to bolt inside to pee, but she didn’t. Maybe the urge had gone away, but she loitered in the driveway for a few minutes until I offered to give her a ride home. We piled into my beat up civic and drove to her place. With the pee excitement concluded, I assumed we would at least fuck around a bit in her driveway once we got there as we always did. It was mostly mutual masturbation (without showing each other much, of course. That would be too embarrassing!) but there would be the occasional handjob or tit-sucking. Again, I put my hand on her pussy over the top of her shorts. She spread her legs slightly and ground into me, giving me a good view of her camel toe. Oh, I was certainly going to get off! We pulled into her driveway, and I made my move, immediately sending both hands to he passenger seat to unbuckle her shorts. That’s when Mandy stopped me. “I’m really really sorry. I have to pee so bad.” And she started to get out of my car. In what was probably my bravest moment ever, I mustered all my courage and asked “can I watch?” Already halfway out the car door, she called back “sure, if my parents aren’t home. Wait here!” And immediately ran to her door. It felt like forever, and I considered driving off. If her parents were home it would look pretty suspicious for her to come back outside and tell me to go away. If they weren’t home it would be pretty strange for them to drive up with me sitting in the driveway. Either way, Mandy had been inside long enough that I assumed she had to relieve herself before coming back to get me. I began to start the car, disappointed, when I saw her front door open. She hurriedly waved her arm to beckon me in. We made a b-line for the back bathroom. My heart was throbbing in my throat. My dick was throbbing in my pants. She had me by the hand, leading me through her house. I was admiring her ass from behind, her white shirt, tan skin, long brown hair, and fucking awesome shorts. That’s when she made a turn that would change my life forever. Instead of turning right into the bathroom she went straight leading me into her messy bedroom. I assumed she was just grabbing something from her room and that we’d be on our way back to the bathroom, so I just stood in the doorway. She paced around her room a bit and played with her hair, raising her arms over her head, which made her tits pop out slightly. She grabbed a towel and set it on the floor. She stood over it and looked directly at me. I was so nervous and excited I could barely speak. This fetish was very new to me. I admitted it to her about the same time I really realized it about myself. Was this making her uncomfortable? Was she judging me? Was she only doing this because she thought I’m a sick freak? Somehow, watching her pee on a toilet would be more normal. Less invasive. I may not have been quite ready to cross this bridge, so I managed to stammer out: “I mean… I would be happy just watching you pee normal style-” I got out before she stopped me. “Too late” she whimpered, glancing down at herself and blushing heavily. Her knees buckled inwards slightly and she began peeing herself. Through her bikini bottoms. Through those fantastic board shorts that amazingly didn’t show wetness all that much at first, but just forced her pee to leak out one side. The pee trickled down her leg in a small rivulet. She did that leg-raising move that girls do where she wanted to see the damage for herself, and bent over at the ahoulders to stare at her own crotch. She touched herself over her shorts to assess the damage. At some point, I don’t remember when, which is funny considering how burnt into my memory this story is, I dropped to my knees, right in the door of her bedroom, and started masturbating furiously. His was a new barrier we had crossed, and this was the first time I did it so openly, so bare, in front of her. My shorts were around my knees and my dick was in my hand. I can remember every detail of that pee trickling down her leg as if it were a video saved on my hard drive. I came on her floor embarrassingly quickly - even before she was fully done pissing. She smiled at me sheepishly, and I pulled up my pants and smiled back. The realization set in that I had to get out of there - if her parents came home with my car in the driveway and nobody home, we would be fucked. I stammered something along the lines of “that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” and that’s arguably still true today. -- source link

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