the wet walk home (fm:fetish, 1650 words) | |||
Author: little girl pearl | |||
Added: Jun 18 2011 | Views / Reads: 2825 / 1585 [56%] | Story vote: 9.14 (7 votes) | |
I stepped off the bus into the warm summer evening. It had been a long commute home from my day out in the big city, and I was ready to be at home. Running to catch the train, I hadn't time to use the washroom before I left, and also had not had time betw | |||
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I stepped off the bus into the warm summer evening. It had been a long commute home from my day out in the big city, and I was ready to be at home. Running to catch the train, I hadn't time to use the washroom before I left, and also had not had time between transfers. I avoid using the public toilets on transport, and had planned to stop in and use the toilet at my work before heading home. It was only now that I realized it was long afterhours and I'd have to walk 10 minutes across campus to my own building, as everything else on campus was closed for the night. That meant taking almost an additional half hour to get back to where I was standing now, before I could start walking the additional half hour home.The coffee I had chugged on the train to keep myself awake after my long day was now quietly nagging at my bladder, but I decided I could hold it and make it home. I secretly love the sensation of a full bladder pushing against me and found the idea of carrying my fullness home to be arousing.
I smoothed the front of my green dress over my tummy and legs, trying to press out the slight wrinkles that had set in during my travel. The top of this dress was just low cut enough to be riske and flirty, yet covered my full, heavy breasts well enough to be respectable. I picked up my shopping bag and decided to head home.
I started down the long walking path that takes me home, my waters ...
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