Diner Girl

I didn’t know how long I was sitting in the tube. I was somehow drifted away, when I heard Kate’s voice.
“Tasha? Ah.. there you are!”
I needed some more moments, before I was fully there and realized that Kate was standing beside the tube. She sat herself on the edge of the tube.
“What are you thinking about?”
I shook my head. “Dunno.” I said a little annoyed with myself.
“There wasn’t anything wrong at the party? Everything happened with your consent, right?”
Now I had to smile. “Your question is suggestive.”
“Alright, shift over.”
“What?” I looked puzzled at her.
“Let me sit with you there,” Kate rephrased. Then she climbed behind me into the tube and came to rest with her legs and arms around me.
“Lay back,” she said gently.
I did so and felt her soft breasts pressing disturbingly against my back. My heart started to pound heavy. I felt the unfamiliar longing rising again. Sure it had an erotic component, but there was more too it.
“I wanted you to….” My voice trailed off.
“Too fuck you?” Kate helped out.
“Too feel you inside, deep inside of me,” I added.
“I know, hon, but not tonight.”
“Hm.”
As if she wanted to belie her words she opened my blouse again and started massaging my breast. The moved of her hand where slow, but firm and intense. Then with circular moves of her fingertips she fondled my erected nipples, which had just waited for the attention.
“This is so…” my voice trailed off again. I tried again. “You said not tonight.”
“I said you will not feel me insight you tonight,” Kate said calmly.
“This means you will make me beg or what?”
“This means I give you the opportunity to explore your feelings. A little while ago on the couch, when I fondled your boobs, something happened.”
“Hm.” I didn’t know what to say, nor did I know what to think. I just felt after the strange mix of sensations that went through my body and mind. I felt a bit helpless.
“I think I need to pee,” I remarked after a while.
Kate continued to massage my breast. “You might want to do it here.”
“What?”
“Hey has anybody ever told you that you say ‘what’ quite often?” I had to smirk at her remark.
“What do you mean by ‘here’?”
“You know very well what I mean. Just let go here in the tube, in my arms.”
My heart pounded faster again. I was still aroused and felt still helpless. Helpless in this position and for my own diffuse feelings. On the one hand the idea turned my on, on the other hand I felt fear.
“But I can’t…”
Kate said nothing. She let go off my breast and her right hand winded around me, to reach between my legs. I felt her breath on my neck. Her hand rested now with soft pressure between my legs, over my stockings. Through the wide meshed fabric I could feel her skin on my pussy. It was totally impossible to pee like that. Still a mixture of arousal and urgency increased in me. I wanted to do it, but was too afraid and ashamed. Why? I asked myself. After all she had offered it. And why the hell I suddenly wanted to pee in her harms, on her hand. We both would get wet. Up to now such a fantasy had never before crossed my mind.
“Just let got,” Kate whispered into my ear.
I couldn’t resist any more. Slowly, still afraid, I let it flow, relaxing my tense abdomen. My pussy was still covered with Kate’s hand, which was wet by now. I felt the warm urine flowing down my ass cheeks before it ponded on the bottom of the tube.
“That’s gorgeous,” I heard Kate saying in a low, throaty voice, starting to massage my soaked spot. My breath was heavy with excitement, shame and lust.
“Do you like this?” I asked her. What a stupid question this was.
“Oh yes, hon, sometimes I do.” The superior undertone was gone from her voice.
“Do you want it, too?”
“No.” her answer came promptly and resolute. Then she sight. “No, I think I don’t want to,” she repeated more softly.
“Gillian said you rarely let yourself go,” I remarked. I already expected a sarcastic answer.
But Kate just said, “That might be true.” After a small pause she added, “Everyone has ways to act out one’s sexuality. I mean after all it’s a way to discover oneself.”


Back home in my small apartment I took a long hot shower. I regretted to have no bath tube, since I wanted nothing more right no, than lying in warm, protective water. I had to think of what Kate had told me. That I was to shy to satisfy my needs, that I needed someone to help me, to lead me. She was right; of course, she was the one who had led me up to this point. Also Jack was right. My ex-boyfriend was prude. Only once I tried to direct his erection to my anus, but he refused to penetrate me there. So I continued to satisfy this need when I was alone, enjoying a dildo there. Probably it was the first and last attempt to express my wants to him. I diagnosed that I was even this inhibited, that I even feared to have certain fantasies. Only the recent events had encouraged me to enjoy my fantasies in rich detail, not to mention some practice.