lostcontrolfreak: It was entirely by chance that I fell into step behind her, but once I did, it was
lostcontrolfreak: It was entirely by chance that I fell into step behind her, but once I did, it was like being locked in a tractor beam. I forgot everything about where I was and where I was going. I think I might have forgotten my own name. I just let myself be mesmerized by the alternating rise and fall of her ass cheeks, matching the rhythm of the click-clack, click-clack of her high heels.If the streets had been busier, maybe I wouldn’t have been so blatant about staring. But if a crowd had suddenly encircled me, I’m not sure how much I would have noticed. Her ass was the only thing I saw clearly, and I retained only enough peripheral vision to prevent myself from running into walls or tripping over a curb.Being that dialed-in meant that I didn’t immediately notice when she stopped walking. I kept moving forward on auto-pilot, every bit as entranced by a stationary ass as I had been by an ass in motion. I didn’t consider that what I was doing was inappropriate and I didn’t even look up. Not as the distance between us shrank from 40 feet to 20 feet, or from 20 feet to 10.It was only when I was in danger of colliding with her or being forced to blow right past her that I glanced up and stopped dead in my tracks as I saw her looking back over her left shoulder at me.Oh shit, I’m caught, I thought to myself. She knows I’m being a creep, doesn’t she? How long has she been looking back. Maybe I can talk my way out of this…No sooner had I had that last thought than glanced knowingly down at her own ass and then back at me, locking eyes with mine and maintaining an icy expression that teased, taunted, and accused me.My mouth went dry and I struggled to swallow as shame settled all over me in the form of a prickly sensation. It began on my scalp and mingled with the warm feeling on my face which made me almost certain I was blushing. All my muscles felt tense and weak at the same time, and the tingling cascaded down my body until it became focused in my groin.I watched as the girl crossed her arms and swiveled her hips so she was facing me a little more directly, though her butt still remained on full display. If she’s mad at me for looking, I thought, why doesn’t she turn around? But instead of doing that, she made sure I was still returning her gaze, raised her eyebrows, and firmly demanded, “What?”That one word was all it took. The tingling sensation intensified in my groin and was accompanied by the feeling of urine filling my urethra to capacity and adding to the slight engorgement I’d already experienced, then beginning to overflow into my underwear as it became clear that my body was offering no resistance. Every inch of me jumped when I realized what was happening, and I leaned forward and tugged my shirt down in front of my dampening crotch.I cut off the flow and glanced down to see if the damage extended any farther than the area I was covering; then I looked back at the girl. Does she know what just happened, I thought? But my wide-eyed expression made my guilt and embarrassment way too obvious. Now the girl was clearly smirking, and to twist the knife a little, she rocked her hips side-to-side, making a sort of figure eight with her ass before she pivoted on the balls of her feet and began walking toward me slowly and maybe a little menacingly, with the same steady click-clack that had hypnotized me for however many minutes.Her approach caused all the same sensations to rush through me again, and my legs shook as I tried to muster the strength to prevent any more pee leaking out. I only succeeded in limiting it to a dribble for the few seconds it took her to position herself directly in front of me. My hunched posture shielded my crotch but it also made me feel shorter in her presence.“What are you doing?” she asked, sternly.“I… um… nothing,” I croaked.“Are you following me?”“No! I…”She interrupted: “How long have you been staring at my ass?”“It’s not… I’m…”I couldn’t complete a sentence. I couldn’t even complete a thought when she turned around again, asked, “Do you really want to see?” and placed her hands beneath her hips, framing the top of her buttocks for a moment and compelling me to feel turned on despite my worsening predicament.She spun around more quickly to face me again and cocked her head to the side while looking down at my hands, which were still tugging my shirt over the front of my pants.“What’s going on here?” She gasped theatrically and let her mouth hang open while she glanced back at my face. “Are you getting a hard-on? Is that what this is?”Does she really not know, I wondered? But I didn’t know whether to try to convince her that yes, I was just aroused from looking at her, or to confess that when she caught me she startled me into peeing in my pants a little. What would be better: for her to think of me as some stalker pervert or to conclude I was just an overgrown baby who couldn’t handle being confronted by a beautiful woman?For that matter, which was the truth? My conflicting feelings made it apparent that the longer this went on, the more obvious it would be that it was both.The girl didn’t give me much of a chance to answer her question before she grasped a piece of fabric in the middle of my shirt and physically coaxed me to raise it up. I didn’t have to, but I complied in spite of myself, and as the damp patch came into view, she gasped again. As if on cue, the already-wet region of my pants was refreshed with a long spurt of pee.I closed my eyes to try to get it under control, but when I opened them again, the girl was leaning her face closer to mine and showing off a bemused expression. “Are you pissing your pants?!” she practically shouted. My own expression was probably like that of a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and not knowing what else to do, I bit my lip and nodded yes.The girl took a few steps backward to fully take in the scene and tutted at me while shaking her head. “My god… does this always happen when you have a run-in with a pretty girl? I think you need supervision so you don’t end up following your dick around all over town and then end up in a place where you can’t make it to the bathroom on time.”My accident came in fits and starts at first, but as she lectured me it turned into a steady stream snaking down the inside of my thighs and gradually forming a puddle beneath my feet.“At the very least,” the girl continued, “you probably shouldn’t leave the house without a diaper on… if you’re going to be starring at asses and wetting your pants. Well you know what? This is as good an opportunity as any for you to learn your lesson. You better stand right there until you’re done peeing yourself, and then think long and hard about what you did. But in the meantime, you can watch me walking away, since apparently that’s what you’re about.”And that’s just what I did. I stood right there, still tingling all over and feeling the flow of urine taper off and the wet fabric start cooling against my skin. And watched her beautiful buttocks the whole time, until the click-clack, click-clack faded into the distance.Before it did, though, the girl called back over her shoulder, “By the way, I come this way all the time. Maybe I’ll see you again, pervert.” -- source link