Her Secret *omo Fiction

I found out her secret. She doesn't know I know. The first time I really knew for sure what she was doing, I was pretending to be asleep. She was so consumed with it that she didn't even notice. But I'll get back to that. First there were the other signs. I noticed how much water she had been drinking lately. She usually doesn't drink water. At first I thought maybe she was just trying to start something new, stay hydrated, maybe some health kick. Then the realization that she should be, but wasn't, running to the bathroom just about every hour. All that water and no peeing? Something was up. So I began to watch her, silently.  

Late at night when she thinks I am asleep, I can feel her shifting around next to me. Sometimes there's enough light filtering in from the window that I can see her lying there in the moonlight, both hands pressed tightly between her legs, I watch her grinding her hips, rubbing herself. Then there's the slight change in the way she smells. I almost couldn't believe what was happening. Could she really be pissing herself, in the bed, right here beside me? I watch her for a while, wanting so badly to scoot closer to her, to put my hand between her legs, to feel her damp pajama pants. The thought of her wet crotch makes me hard. I am tempted to touch myself, to give myself some pleasure, but I resist. Instead I continue to act like I am asleep, and listen to her very quiet whimpers and moans, smell the unique scents of her as she continues to rub herself and piss her pants. 

This was too erotic to bust her, to embarrass her, to shame her. It was probably just as much of a turn on for me as it was for her. Call me crazy, but I wanted to witness this again. So that morning, and on several other similar mornings I pretended not to notice her stalling to get out of bed and headed for the shower before her. Always on laundry day. (Imagine that) Oh, but she was good. Somehow she could soak her PJs, and not the bed. That was a puzzle I was determined to find out. 

There was one evening when she and I were sitting in the living room watching TV together. At dinner she had three large glasses of tea to my one, and just then got up to grab a water. I glanced over at her as she headed to the kitchen. Sure enough I could tell. It was cute, really. Slow, tiny, steps, slightly arched back. As soon as she thought I couldn't see her she hunched over and one of her hands shot down between her legs. She moaned just slightly as she did a little shuffling, the "potty dance", and the straightened up, relaxing just a bit, grabbed the water from the fridge and came back in. 

There was something about her facial expression. She probably didn't think I would notice, but I did. Some little gleam in her eye, some excitement there. I was beginning to become excited for her. She must have had to pee pretty badly already, judging by the amount of liquid she had in her and seeing her dance around like that. About fifteen minutes pass, her right beside me, shaking her leg every now and then, squeezing her legs together tighter and tighter. 

I pretended not to notice, but the more she held on the more I was anticipating the outcome probably just as much as she was. Her breathing began to hitch just subtly, but enough for me to notice. I knew about her fascination with wetting her pajamas in bed, but this was something she either did when I wasn't with her, or not at all. There I was, aroused again by her pee secret. It took all I had not to let it show. 

Her breathing was faster now. I could feel her body trembling beside me. Her legs were bouncing, her thighs were being squeezed together more obviously. I wanted so badly to startle her, to poke her side where she's the most ticklish. But she was holding on so strong. She must have been just about bursting by now. I had to pee pretty badly just thinking about how close she was to wetting herself. 

There was a zoned out look in her eyes, she was so focused on holding that she didn't notice that I was watching her. Her fists were clinched. Every once in a while she would close her eyes and hold her breath. I didn't think she could take much more. Neither could I. 

I think she was banking on me getting up and heading to bed. It was getting close to bedtime. But I held out. So far, she was holding out too. I'm an ass, I know. I did give her a bit of mercy though. She gav just the tiniest bit of sighs as I stood up and stretched. While I was pretend to squeeze my eyes shut in the middle of a game yawn, I peeked over at her. Both of her hands were now jammed tightly to her crotch. I ended my fake, ' I'm ready to head to bed ' stretch and she took away her hands and slammed her legs together again. But not before I noticed the small wet spot where she had begun to leak. 'Poor thing, she must really have to pee so badly' I thought. I had sympathy for her, I really did. But I was also that aforementioned ass. She got herself into this predicament. She was going to have to show her cards. I took a few steps towards the bedroom. She sighed "oh fuck" almost too quiet for me to hear. I turned back around, "did you say something honey?" She shook her head. " Oh, ok. Come give me a kiss goodnight, " I stand there waiting for her to get up, but she doesn't move. 

She shook her head no again. "You have to come get it." Trying to sound flirty but ended up sounding a bit snippy. 

I slowly walked toward the couch and leaned down, going in for the kiss I was after. She tried to cut it short, but I was so close to her now. I could smell the slight scent of piss. I felt her trembling. I was getting rock hard now from this crazy erotic game she was playing. I couldn't take it any longer. And I knew she couldn't either. She needed to let go soon, to lose control. I had her pinned there on the couch, continuing to kiss her. Her lips, her cheeks. I was going in for the kill. She sat there kissing, whimpering, and moaning. Suddenly I grabbed her under her arms and lift her to her feet and my kisses found their way to her neck. Her biggest erotic weakness. 

That's when the dam broke. She clutched both hands to between her legs, her little whimpering moans became words. "Oh god oh fuck oh fuck I can't hold it anymore oh fuck I'm pissing!" I shoved her hands aside and touched her, rubbing my hand against her soaked crotch, feeling the piss as it continued pouring down between my fingers. She was panting now, from relief, from pleasure. She pressed her hand on top of mine, and I could feel her pushing out the remaining piss in little hot spurts. Her body was quivering. Her knees were shaking so much they were about to give out. 

She wanted to sink down to her knees, there in her puddle of piss. I let go and stepped back. The soaked carpet squished underneath her as she knelt there with her head down. 

After a few moments she lifted her head and looked up at me. 

"Are you mad at me?"

I don't know where that thought came from, of course I wasn't mad. "I'm not mad at you honey. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I took her hands and led her into the bathroom, stripped off her shirt and pissy pants. And turned on the shower for her promising to help wash her up. There was a soft spot growing there, seeing her vulnerable, knowing I made her reveal her secret. Just for a moment. 

As I turned back to help her into the shower I caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She had a smile on her face. No a grin. A smirk. I turned to face her before she could play it off like the innocent little girl she was trying to be. I knew right then and there what I had to do next. Before she could step into the shower I was undressed and ready for her to give my own release.