Exploring Piss On A First Date Pt 02

While she waits for Trevor to come out of the bathroom, Anna takes the opportunity to order them more drinks, opting for a club soda for herself so she doesn't get too tipsy--one more drink on top of these endorphins and she'll pass out before they can do anything else.

He's coming down the hallway as she turns to their table with the drinks. They share another smile, him ducking his head as he glances around the bar. He's not embarrassed, but cutely sheepish, as he settles onto his stool and takes the beer from her hand.

"What did you get?' he asks, pointing to hers.

"Club soda," she tells him. "Two tequilas are enough for now."

He wrinkles his nose. "Gross. Should have gotten a sprite or something."

"What?! I like club soda!" She's indignant, holding the glass protectively toward herself.

He chuckles, and nods his head toward a pitcher in the corner. "Maybe we should get you a water, too. You know, to stay hydrated."

She giggles at his mock-serious expression. "Yes, very important to stay hydrated."

She lets him pour her one, and he pours one for himself, too, sipping at it on his walk back to their table.

She chugs half of hers, maintaining eye contact with him while she does. She's feeling bolder now. She leans in closer, feeling the beginnings of discomfort forming in her bladder as she presses against the edge of the table. "Think I'll be able to hold it for forty more minutes?" she asks quietly, watching his eyes darken, glancing down at her cleavage once more.

"Have some faith in yourself--you can do an hour," he challenges, meeting her gaze and arching one eyebrow.

"Hmm. Interesting proposal." she sits back in her seat and tucks her hair behind her ears, enjoying watching the way his eyes track every movement she makes. "What do I get if I make it the full hour?"

"Well first we have to establish some rules." He puts his hands out on the table and extends one finger. "First, it doesn't count if you stop drinking. You have to be sipping on a drink the whole time."

She's starting to regret chugging the water, but she nods. "Sure, that's fair. What else?"

"Hmm. You have to do one activity of my choosing every twenty minutes."

"Hard to agree to that when I don't know what the activity will be, or what the prize is," she counters. "What's in it for me?"

"Well, I was only going to let you pay for one round of drinks, and you've already paid for two. So this isn't your prize, but all your other drinks are on me. And I'll give you a ride home, or pay for your uber, or whatever--if you want to switch back to alcoholic drinks. But that's still not your prize, just part of the situation." His gaze is earnest, steady. She admires the way his angular jaw works as he thinks of what to say next. "Do you have a prize in mind you're hoping to get out of this? Just so I can be sure this is worthwhile for you."

They're good at this, the teasing, the playfulness. She thinks for a moment, glancing around the bar, trying to pull inspiration.

"How about," she suggests, looking back at Trevor, who watches her lips as she speaks. "You'll owe me a favor to be redeemed at a later time?"

"What kind of favor?"

She smiles, and bites her lip. "Let's see how today goes. But I think you'll enjoy fulfilling a favor for me." The stool presses nicely into her gradually swelling pussy lips, and she wiggles ever so slightly against it to ease the ache growing in her. The need for release.

Trevor blows a breath out and takes a swig from his beer. "Alright, that seems fair to me. What do I get if you lose?"

"Trevor." She bites back a laugh and leans closer to whisper, "You'll get to watch me piss all over myself."

His eyes widen, and it's hard to tell in the dark but it looks like his cheeks tinge pink as well. She giggles softly.

He shifts on his chair and takes another drink. "Right. Well, that sounds good to me." He clears his throat. "Should we set a timer?"

"Yes, but set it for 55 minutes--we've been talking too long since you first suggested it." She can feel the urgency within her building, realizing she's agreed to something she definitely isn't confident about doing. But her juices are leaking out onto the stool beneath her, and of course this is exactly what she enjoys.

"Fair enough," he replies, pulling out his phone to set the timer. She notices his phone background is a dog sitting in a field of wildflowers. "Alright, we've got fifty five minutes to kill," he announces, turning the phone toward her to prove that the timer started. "And fifteen minutes until your first challenge." He winks, and it makes her heart flutter. "Don't worry, the first one will be easy. The next two...not so much."

She sips from her club soda, mindful not to drink too quickly. If she doesn't have to pee too badly by the second challenge, she can ramp up the drinking.

She asks him about the dogs he fosters, he asks more about her garden. They choose a song to put on the jukebox--her vote is Elvis, and his is Queen, so they do rock-paper-scissors, and he wins. She finishes her club soda a couple minutes before the first twenty minutes are up, and he orders her another tequila tonic.

Before handing it to me, he takes a sip and winces. "Man, I hate tequila."

She laughs. "Why did you drink it, then?"

He shrugs. "Just wanted to see." His smile is easy, sweet. He taps his phone screen and the timer pops up, sitting at 39:00 minutes left. "Alright, time for your first challenge. And I've had twenty minutes to think of a good one. Ready?"

She nods, nerves pulling at her stomach. Hopefully his challenges aren't embarrassing or weird.

He leans in close to her ear to whisper, even though nobody is sitting at the tables adjacent to them. His breath smells like beer and is hot against her skin. She notices goosebumps on her arm.

"We're going to go back into the bathroom and you have to sit on the toilet for one minute."

Anna pulls back to look at him and his mischievous smile. "That's it? That's easy."

"Really? Hmm. We'll see when we get in there." He doesn't wait for her response, just strides down the hallway toward the bathroom.

She smiles into her drink and takes a small sip from it. Trevor took his beer with him, and her drink is nearly full. It seems wrong to take it into a public bathroom, but it's better than leaving it out here unattended.

When she knocks softly on the door, Trevor is already pulling it open, glancing left and right before pulling her inside. It's quiet in here compared to the bar, and his soft laugh is perfectly audible. "Here, I'll hold your drink for you," he says, taking it out of my hand. "Alright, time starts when you sit down," he tells her, leaning causally against the sink.

Now that they're in here, Anna gets why this challenge is hard. How many times has she sat down on a toilet and not peed? It's muscle memory, and she'll have to fight against it. Already, her full bladder is starting to become more uncomfortable just looking at the toilet. But a deal's a deal.

"Should I pull my panties down or leave them up?" She asks, looking up at Trevor through her lashes.

"I'll be nice and say you can leave them on, but it's up to you."

"I think that might help me." She stands in front of the toilet and hikes her dress up, realizing she's never sat on a toilet in front of a man she hasn't slept with. It feels strangely intimate. Her arousal peaks as she thinks about it, though, so she doesn't hesitate and sits down, looking back over at Trevor, who starts a second timer on his phone.

Immediately, she's fighting the urge to let it all go. Her thighs clench on the cold seat, and she breathes deeply as she combats the need raging within her. "Distract me," she tells him, rocking back and forth with her thighs clenched together. Her bladder protests, and she suddenly stuffs her hand between her legs to forcefully hold her hand against her panties. They're wet, which doesn't help--she has to fight the illusion in her mind that she's already begun to wet herself.

She glances back to where Trevor stands at the sink, transfixed by this show of desperation. "You're supposed to distract me," she tells him weakly, biting the thumb of her other hand to draw her focus elsewhere. The urgency is calming as she grows accustomed to sitting here, but it's still there, so she doesn't dare take her other hand away from her crotch.

"Sorry," he finally says, swallowing and breathing out in a steady, measured way. "You're just...hotter in person. And I'm struggling, as you can see," he explains, gesturing vaguely to where his erection is straining at his jeans once more.

She lets out a short laugh. "Thanks. I'll be honest, I thought this would be way easier. You got me." She's in control, now, and she unclenches her thighs, but keeps the hand over herself. The damp heat radiating out from her pussy is turning her on, despite the discomfort.

"I didn't realize you had to go this badly, but I am glad I did this one first," he says, taking a sip from his beer. "You've got twenty more seconds."

She closes her eyes and bites down on her thumb again as another wave of urgency passes through her. "I'm trying really hard not to think of how much I've had to drink right now. And the fact that I haven't peed since before I got dressed to come over here, which was probably about two hours ago."

"And I'm trying really hard to not picture that in my head right now...but now I'm definitely failing," he says, and she dares to open her eyes and look over at him, taking in every inch of her.

The timer music plays and Anna doesn't wait for him to say anything before she jumps up, doing one final squirm before letting go of herself. "Not to rush out of here, but I have to not look at a toilet," She tells him, reaching for the drink he's been holding.

It's immediate, once she goes back into the hallway--the urgency dims within her, replaced with just a gentle nudge from her bladder.

She takes a tiny sip from her drink and composes herself before walking out to their table again, glancing around surreptitiously to see if anyone watches. One man seated at the bar does, but he was watching her before, anyways.

She settles back onto her stool, enjoying the way her swollen pussy feels pressed against it. She rocks her hips side to side for a few beats to combat the lingering desperation, and focuses on her breathing. The discomfort within her feels good.

Trevor emerges from the hallway, casually holding his beer bottle in front of his pants. A look closer and she notices the bulge between his legs.

He gets to the table and settles onto his stool, glancing around just as Anna had when she sat down. "Is it obvious?"

"You mean your boner, or the fact that we just came out together?" she asks, stifling a smile. "Either way, yes, it's obvious."

He frowns, the laughs. "Okay, at least you're honest." He adjusts himself slyly, and she tracks the movement with just her eyes.

She asks him more about his job--software engineer--and she listens as he tries to explain cybersecurity, and math, until he finally puts his hands in the air. "Basically, all you need to know is that it's a boring desk job that I for some reason need to be in the office for three days a week, even though I could do it all from home. And in general, all the videos you've seen of me..." his voice is lowered, and he's leaning in close. "Happen while I'm at work. Either in my office, or in the bathroom, or when I'm working from home."

"Oh," she breathes, thinking back through all the messages. She remembers wondering if some of them were taken in an office, but never thought to ask. One in particular, she has to ask about. "That one where you pissed your pants in a chair..."

He's already nodding as he sips from his drink. "I've got my own little office, and it's all the way across the building from the bathrooms. It started because one time I didn't feel like walking all the way over there, so I pissed in an empty gatorade bottle. And, yeah. It turned me on knowing that there were people out there who had no idea that was happening behind the closed blinds."

She remembers the video of him vividly, hearing his soft moans as he peed into his navy slacks, the piss pooling in the folds of the pants and in the chair. Her panties are slick, her juices flowing again. She exhales. "Wow. That's...hot."

He's chewing on his lip when she looks up again. His eyes are dark. He nods. "And I've watched your videos there a lot. And messaged you from there a lot. To be fair, that's mostly what I do there, rather than the videos I've sent you. Most of those are from home."

Her whole body is warm now, and she leans in closer to feel his own heat radiating out toward her. Their breath mingles when she speaks. "And you just left it, or did you change into a different pair of pants?"

He laughs quietly, a low rumble. "For that video, I didn't change. I just let it dry. Is that...weird?" he's testing her out, seeing what she's comfortable with.

She shakes her head, imagining him working while his pants were full of piss. She remembers the button up he wore in the video, the way the sleeves were rolled up on his forearms, exposing his muscles. She looks at his arms now, admiring the veins and the muscles sitting just below the skin. He's got his own office, and a good job, and does kinky stuff at work...and thinks about her at work. Watches her soak her panties and then soaks his own pants. "Not weird, to me. I don't like that feeling, when it gets cold. But it's...hot. Really hot. To know that." Her breathing is unsteady, and she catches herself staring at his lips. He's staring back at hers, and she can't help herself when she lifts up and leans closer to press her lips to his. He kisses her back gently, pulling her lip with his teeth. The breeze against her thighs and between her legs makes her shiver.

He asks her where she was at for her videos, and she has to admit that she just records all of them at home--the craziest she's gotten is doing a few on her balcony. He pushes, asking if she's ever pissed in public. Of course, she's done that without recording. She describes the short skirts, flowy dresses, lifting them up. How she sometimes tans at the lake and instead of wading into the water to pee like everyone else, she walks down the shore away from everyone and pisses standing up, feeling it run down her legs.

After he gets them another round--a nonalcoholic beer for himself this time, since she told him he could in fact drive her home--he scoots his stool closer to hers, so they're side by side. He places a casual hand on her thigh, gripping just tight enough to signal intentionality but not too hard to be uncomfortable. His erection hasn't gone away, she notices, glancing down.

"Would you ever do something when you're at work?" he asks after their cheers their drinks and take their first sips. She got a margarita this time, and it's too sour--good, it will slow her down a little. She's squirming a little, and now that his hand is on her, she's mindful not to overdo it. Or maybe she should overdo it?

"I suppose I sort of have,"she muses, thinking to all the times she's held off from using the bathroom until she's bursting. "I just don't film it, and I just...go normally. Or I stop using the toilet and start drinking more liquids in the afternoon and then make myself wait until I get home, and then I do something."

He's picturing it, she can tell, from his distant look and the way he shifts in his seat to accommodate himself. "I know you don't have your own space at work, but would you ever consider doing something there?" he asks.

She's shy suddenly, looking away as she sips. "I don't know. I would be so nervous to get caught. Plus, I'm the receptionist--everyone sees me all the time!"

"So? They already see you doing your cute little pee dance," he gestures to the way she's jiggling the other leg. She flushes, trying to stop it, but it just makes her squirm harder on her chair.

"Well, you're off the hook for now, because our second challenge is up," Trevor announces, releasing her leg and standing up. The phone screen reads 20:04. "Head on in there," he nods down the hallway.

Anna stands, grabbing her drink to bring with her once again. Standing brings the desperation to the front of her mind, and she bounces her leg and leans down. "Whew. Okay. I can do this," she says, mostly for herself, she realizes. Trevor's eyes are on her ass as she walks away, taking small steps so as not to release anything. Her thighs are wet, sliding together.

He waits a bit longer this time to enter the bathroom, but then he comes in without bothering to knock. They're getting more comfortable now.

The first thing he does is walk over to her and cup her head, tilting it back to gaze into her eyes for a moment before pressing his lips into hers again. It's brief, but sweet. He ends the kiss but keeps her hair in his hand and she breathlessly asks, "What's the next challenge?"

He smiles at her and releases her, stepping toward the toilet. "This one will be easier than the last one, I think. You just have to watch me pee. It's basically your reward for getting this far." He grins now, waiting for my reaction, his hand at his button. "And I really have to go, now."

She shakes her head but smiles. "Alright." She watches him unbutton and free his length once more. Not as hard, but she notices him growing almost instantly. And the stream doesn't take long to start, hissing loudly and starting off strong.

She sets her glass down on the edge of the sink to shift her weight from side to side--it's not quite as hard as the first challenge, but she has to go much worse now. The sound of his piss hitting the water sends that same sort of signal straight to her brain.

Trevor is watching her dance, and she decides to put on a show for him, once again cramming a hand between her legs and then bending down. It helps curb the desperation to let go, and she relishes in the slickness signaling her arousal, pushing two fingers against the fabric hiding her slit, drawing out the wetness from within. Her clit throbs at the touch, and this is where that lovely feeling really amps up--the heightened sense of arousal because of her urgency.

He lets out a breath that isn't quite a moan, but close. The stream is still going, and his cock is rock hard now. She continues to dance for him, squirming around more than necessary because of the ways his eyes track her movement. His stream lessens into a few quick spurts and a dribble. He lets out another breathy moan, and shakes his hard cock to get the drips off. Then he turns to Anna, shaking his head as he watches her dance slow, hand still wedged between her legs. "You're not gonna make it," he tells her, smirking.

She takes a moment to make sure she's under control before pulling her hand out and straightening. "That was extra, for your benefit. I'm mostly under control." Can he see how flushes she is in the dim lighting?

"Sure, I believe you," he tells her as he pushes his dick back into his pants and buttons up. "Am I allowed to see what you're wearing underneath that dress?"

She barely hesitates before pulling aside the strap of the dress and revealing the bra, and then lifting the edge of the dress with her other hand, showing him the matching panties. He walks closer, mesmerized by her. With one hand, he reaches out to guide her waist and spin her, to see the back of the panties. With the other, he lifts the skirt higher. The cool air makes her shiver, and she has to dance a little, just a quick back-and-forth. She feels the hand on her waist drop and then come up to feel the fabric at her hip, pulling it between his fingers and then briefly coming down to cup her ass in his hand before pulling away.