Getting Soaked

A watersports fetish short story triple bill

By Luna Swift

Text copyright © 2013 Luna Swift All rights reserved Cover image courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net - taken by user: Graeme Weatherston For adults only Visit lunaswift.com Find Luna on twitter @misslunaswift.com Also available as part of Dripping Wet

Contents

Fashion shoot and can't wait

Stuck on the broken rollercoaster

Getting revenge at the talent show

Special bonus - Stuck on the check out and dying to go shoot and can't wait

Sarah looked back at the photographer, unable to tell him she had to go. This was her big break, a fashion shoot with the guy, the one all the girls wanted to work with. She'd been in loads of different outfits already and he seemed more machine than man, snap after snap all day long.

Sarah had been warned he wouldn't let her take a break, which was fine until the last few shots. She'd had to drink from a water bottle, and the amount she'd had to guzzle down during the shoot had taken their toll, bloating her tummy and making her desperate for the toilet.

Finally she just had to say something. "Mr Taylor?"

He was rummaging in his bag for a different lens and didn't look up. "What is it?" he asked impatiently.

"Can we please just stop for a second. I need to nip to the ladies for a moment."

He stood up, suddenly excited. "That's just what this shoot needs. A bit of nervous energy. Frankly, so far it's been like flogging a dead horse. Maybe use some of that tension you're feeling. Ready?"

But...?" She wasn't sure what to make of this turn of events. All she knew was that in a few minutes time she might explode if she didn't get to the bathroom. Not only that but she was in the worst possible clothes to be this desperate in. A pair of skintight white with a tied tightly round her hips, pressing in on her distended bladder. Squeezed into a black and red corset which pushed her boobs up and out of the top, her nipples barely hidden, wobbling noticeably every time she tottered on her sky high heels.

"Reach upwards," Mr Taylor urged, snapping away and cursing his assistants who hurried back and forth, tripping over each other.

Sarah did as he asked, moaning loudly as another spasm of pain wracked through her. She couldn't stop shuffling her legs, moving from one foot from the other in an attempt to ease the intolerable pressure she was feeling.

"Jump up a few times, I want to catch you in the air. Where's that fan? Someone get it blowing on her hair."

With a deep breath, Sarah leapt into the air. As she landed her boobs both fell out of her corset. Red faced she pushed them back in, her nipples hardening at her touch. She cursed them for being so overly sensitive, her whole body seemed to be working against her.

She jumped again, the photographer smiling as he worked to capture the movement of her body. In his hunt for perfection he made her jump again and again, each time Sarah grew more and more uncomfortable. Another jump, higher than ever, but this one was one too far. A single drop of pee was squeezed out, despite Sarah squeezing her thighs together as tightly as possible. She blushed bright red, hoping it wouldn't be noticeable.

"I really need to go!" She tried asking again, almost begging this time but he ignored her, just telling her to run past the camera instead.

"Use your desperation, that urgency you feel, use it!"

Sarah could manage no more than a fast march and even that was too much. The belt digging into her, if only she could loosen it a notch or two.

"Judy, redo that corset, it's coming loose."

Sarah had to stand still, a new torture. Squirming on her feet now, trying frantically to hold it in as behind her the laces of her corset were wrenched even tighter.

Sarah looked down, her body jerked back and noticed something. The photographer had an erection. He was getting turned on by the shoot, either by her near topless state or, more likely, her desperation to pee. She wondered just how much he was enjoying the power play over her.

Vowing to hold it in for as long as possible, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing her wet herself, Sarah was determined to last until she could get to the toilet in the private.

After another ten minutes, which seemed to last an eternity, he was finally satisfied.

"That's good," he said at last. "Now we're getting somewhere. I might be able to actually use some of these shots."

Sarah waited until he put the camera down. As the assistants were beginning to pack away cables, she whispered in his ear. "I know you're hard."

He blushed, his eyes widening as he looked at her, for once not knowing what to say.

"I'm going to the toilet now," she continued. "Would you like to ?"

Sarah walked away quickly, she could hold it in no longer. Another drop of pee fell out, her just managing to absorb it without staining her trousers. She half jogged along the corridor, her boobs again spilling over the top of her corset. This time she was too absorbed to care, only focused on the toilet at the end of the hall, not even noticing the assistants walking down the hall behind her. She pushed the ladies door open and ran to the nearest cubicle. It was locked. As was the next one.

Cursing the fact they were both in use, she didn't notice the door behind her open again. She stood there, moaning and squirming on the spot, almost bouncing up and down. Jumping with shock when someone touched her on the shoulder, she turned to see the photographer standing there, the bulge in his trousers clearly visible. He didn't speak, not wanting to alert the women in the cubicles to his presence. Sarah couldn't hold it in anymore, she felt another drop of pee fall from her, but this time it didn't stop. It became a trickle, then a flood, soaking her panties, her trousers darkening as a bloom of wetness ran down her leg, finally trickling out and forming a puddle on the floor under her feet.

The photographer watched, slowly unzipping his trousers and pulling out his rigid cock, beginning to slowly stroke it as Sarah stood in front of him, wetting herself.

Sarah felt ashamed, she hadn't wanted to do it on the floor, or in the clothes the studio had provided her. She realised as it was happening that her breasts were still exposed and went to put them away. But as she did so her fingers brushed her nipples and she felt a tingle of excitement spark from them.

Whilst still peeing on the floor, she loosened her belt and peeled off her sodden trousers. Standing back up, she was now able to at least spread her legs so the flow of pee hit the floor and not her. She was shocked when the photographer moved closer, placing his cock directly in the stream of her hot urine. He stifled a moan, his cock jerking involuntarily.

Sarah found herself more excited now, seeing the look on his face and knowing she was regaining the power, having felt so humiliated before. She began playing with her breasts, watching his eyes light up and his cock jerked up, hitting her pussy as the flow of pee finally lessened.

A few final drops splashed down as the photographer slid his cock upwards and silently let it glide home into her soaking wet pussy. She moaned, feeling completely filled up, her tightness gripping him, almost painful for her as he made tiny little thrusts back and forth.

She was facing the mirror and was able to see when a cubicle door opened and a woman stepped out, her jaw dropping in shock at the sight of the two of them having sex standing there by the sinks.

"That's disgusting," she snapped viciously before running out of the bathroom, not looking back.

Moments later the other cubicle door swung open. Inside the woman sat on the toilet seat didn't move. She still had her trousers and panties round her ankles. She stared at them with interest, not disgust. Her hand moved to between her pressed together knees. She spread her legs slightly, beginning to touch herself as she watched.

Sarah found being watched was exciting her even more. She began to moan, loudly now she didn't have to keep quiet.

The photographer had wrapped his lips round one of her nipples. He was sucking it eagerly as he kept his cock buried in her. The smell of pee was filling the room as his hands began groping her ass. Sarah reached behind her, knowing the other woman was watching. She slowly stepped back, bringing him with her, step by step until they were standing in the cubicle doorway.

Sarah moved his hand to the crease of her ass, taking one of his fingers and forcing it up into her tight ass. She showed him with her hand how she wanted him to move it, gentle circling movements inside her puckered anus. The sensation was incredible, as he began to fuck her harder now. Sarah felt her feet almost lift off the floor with each thrust. Stretching her hands back she was able to lean down, almost falling on the woman on the loo, using her as a makeshift wall, pressing back against her as he rammed his cock harder and harder inside her.

The woman watching was still touching herself, a finger in her pussy as she reached with her other hand between the two writhing bodies, able to just reach Sarah's swollen clit. She began playing with it, her hands mirroring their movements on her body at the same time as Sarah's.

Sarah felt herself tensing up, her ass was gripping the photographer's finger tightly as his breathing got quicker and quicker.

"Make me come," Sarah whispered, not sure if she was talking to him or the woman behind her.

The cock in her seemed to grow bigger then, completely filling her as she felt her limbs tightening. It was coming. Her orgasm was triggered by a squeeze of her clit and a thrust which hit her g-spot.

She screamed, her climax tearing through her pussy and extending outwards through her limbs until her fingers and toes tingled with pleasure.

The cock inside her was insatiable, the twitches of her pussy sending it over the edge until the photographer grunted, a hot jet of cum spurting out and filling her pussy to overflowing, some dripping back out of her, splashing onto the legs of the woman on the toilet.

As their orgasms faded they heard the distinctive sound of pissing. The woman under them was peeing as she too began to climax, quieter than them, but her hips thrusting upwards enough of a sign of what was happening. Sarah felt pee splash on her butt at that moment, warm and wet and making her want to come again.

But the photographer was done. He slowly withdrew his finger from her ass as his cock slid back out of her pussy and with a final kiss, he put his softening tool back in his trousers and walked away.

Sarah stood up slowly, pee dripping off her bottom. She didn't look at the woman in the cubicle, suddenly ashamed of herself. She wasn't sure whether to put the piss soaked clothes back on or not but she couldn't leave wearing just the corset.

Reluctantly she forced them back up her legs, they were cold now and goose bumps broke out on her skin. She left the panties on the floor and did up the buttons, finally tying the belt and forcing her boobs back into the corset.

The cold wetness on her pussy was soothing after the red heat of friction from earlier and after straightening her hair in the mirror, she too left the ladies.

The woman on the toilet sat there for a minute, catching her breath. Then she stood up and pulled off her panties and her trousers. She glanced to the door, then darted out of the cubicle and grabbed the wet panties from the floor. She pulled them up over her bare legs, enjoying the sensation of dampness from them as she gently placed them over her pussy and pert ass. She pulled her own trousers over the top, they darkened them instantly but she didn't care. With the feel of the other woman's piss pressing on her crotch, she too left the ladies to go back to work.

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