Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 14:37:18 +0100 From: Growing Pains <formative (dot) years (at) gmail (dot) com> Subject: Under Pressure (tv/F, ws, tv-solo) .=============================================================. | This story features crossdressing adults, watersports and | | masturbation. The author is not responsible for any outcome | | of your reading of this story. However, he won't mind rea- | | ding about the out-cum, because authors love feedback. | | Remove "clear-" and "-spam" from my email to write me. | | Enjoy! | *=============================================================* Tabitha whimpered and bit her lower lip. She was walking through a residential neighborhood by the river and the rows of low brownstones didn't provide any cover. She didn't feel like peeing when she was at the club and the consequences of having ingested several large drinks only became apparent when she was on the way home. Ducking down to the river was out of the question. Tabitha was wearing her best outfit, and even if she wouldn't object to ruining her shoes in the mud and gravel, she didn't pee standing up when she was en femme. It must have been a mental block, she thought. She tried several times, both in public places and in the safety of her flat, but once she pulled on those female garments, she had to sit and relieve herself like a proper young lady. Squatting among nettles and thorny bushes didn't sound appealing at all. She bit back a curse as she remembered having passed a bus stop some blocks back. The line took a turn already and there would be no other stops until she got out of the neighborhood. There were no benches either, to discourage loitering and flush out the homeless, she supposed. "Fucking middle-class values", she muttered. Her overfilled bladder gave a sympathetic twinge below the waistband of her denim skirt and Tabitha paused momentarily to cross her legs. There was no way she could make it home without letting out some pee. The street was empty and quiet, lined with parallel-parked cars she could squat between. Looking ahead, she saw something even better. One of the streetlights at the end of a row of houses was flickering on and off, alternately illuminating and plunging into darkness a comfortable-looking stoop. She lengthened her stride, then winced as her bladder complained. Short, mincing steps would have to suffice for now. At last she made it to the stoop. The windows of the house were dark and there were two cars parked at the curb. She thanked her lucky stars for having gone commando this evening - there was no time to waste. Hitching up her skirt in the back, Tabitha sat on the cool, rough stone step, her balls resting on the edge and her cock curling softly over them. She started peeing right away, a tiny stream that quickly grew into a hissing, splattering waterfall which spattered some droplets on the heels of her shoes. Moving her feet wider apart, Tabitha leaned back, closed her eyes and sighed. And heard a horrified gasp. Tabitha had just gotten going, so her still-full bladder refused to cut the stream. She felt her urethra spasm and her cock jumped, sending a jet of liquid across the puddle spreading at her feet. The young woman who had just turned the corner stared at her in revulsion, eyes flicking between Tabitha's crotch and flushing face. Small rivulets of pee were racing across the sidewalk and the other woman stepped back, keeping her white running shoes pristine. Squirming uncomfortably and trying to close her legs, Tabitha felt like her cock was trying to shrink back into her body in shame. Hot pee washed over her smoothly shaved, full ballsack and cascaded down the step. And yet the woman was still looking, head slightly bowed for a better view, the look of disgust on her face giving way to something akin to fascination. "Please... just give me a minute and I'll be gone", whispered Tabitha. The woman shot her a withering look. "You're sitting on my front stoop and your stinky piss is spreading on the sidewalk in front of my house", she stated in a low, uninflected voice. Tabitha winced; it felt like she was halfway done, but in her fright she could only pee a small, tinkling stream, so it would certainly take longer than she wished. Blushing, she looked away, not willing to anger the woman further. "I'm sorry, I know what it must look like, but I have a weak bladder", she pleaded. "A weak bladder wouldn't hold this much! And look at you, you're still going." The woman's eyes were fixed on Tabitha's crotch and with a sudden flash of horror the transvestite felt her cock slowly start to harden. The stream was still weak and Tabitha knew that if her member engorged to its full, if modest, length, she'd be only capable of letting pee out in squirts and pauses. The woman licked her lips unconsciously, still watching Tabitha's growing cock. "You mean this makes you horny?", she muttered in a hoarse voice. Tabitha was trembling, arousal fighting away fear as spurts of pee started pattering across the surface of the puddle. Her cock was almost fully erect and she slowly spread her knees. "Put your hand on your bladder and push", said the woman. Her low voice took on a commanding quality and Tabitha obeyed, eyes never leaving the newcomer's face. She moaned as a hard stream shot out of her cock across the sidewalk, hitting a parked car. "It's my neighbor's car. Do it again, I hate the motherfucker." A slight smile now played on the woman's lips as Tabitha took a deep breath and bit back another moan, pressing down on her blissfully emptying bladder. The side of the car was splattered with pee, which ran down leaving twisted paths in the grime. Tabitha's cock stopped releasing its water and she felt a few last warm drops make their way down its sensitive underside. The woman was smiling openly now. "What's your name, pissant?" "Gary, miss." "You call yourself Gary in a skirt like this? Come on." "Um... it's Tabitha when I'm dressed." She looked away. She wasn't attracted to women, whether she was crossdressing or not, but this one managed to turn a frightening, embarrassing situation into something entirely different. "So, Tabitha, what do you do when this little thing of yours gets hard like this?" Tabitha blushed again, all too aware that the pulsing, twitching little cannon between her legs was now rubbing maddeningly against her jean skirt and that a large dollop of precum started forming at the tip. "I make myself cum." "Do it now." Then, when Tabitha reached for her cock: "No hands! I don't care how you do it, but don't you dare handle that thing. You can pee without holding yourself, so you fucking better cum like this, too." Tabitha bit her lower lip and primly put her hands behind her back. Spreading her slender thighs farther, she started rocking slowly on her ass, making her cock rub rhythmically against the firm, stretched hem of her skirt. Her flowing precum had the woman's full attention and Tabitha could openly ogle her tormentor. She had the kind of looks the coltish, slim transvestite had always envied - all curves, from round calves through wide hips to heavy breasts. Tabitha imagined herself as this woman, skirt stretched to the point of ripping across big, round buttocks, skimpy top almost pierced by erect nipples, her boyfriend's cock rubbing against soft fleshy belly... Precum jetted out in a small spurt and Tabitha moaned, imagining the clear liquid was flowing from her vagina. It only took two more maddeningly slow rubs against the denim hem. Eyes squeezed shut and panting mouth hanging helplessly open, Tabitha leaned forward as her small cock started adding contrasting white streaks to the dark surface of the puddle of pee. Her balls were emptying themselves unstoppably in big spurts that made her shiver with almost unbearable pleasure. Her small nipples tingled and the friction of the rough surface of the step on her shaved ballsack kept her gasping and cumming for what felt like eternity, each squirt surging up the short length of her cock like hot flood. In the afterglow of her orgasm Tabitha couldn't even move as the woman carefully stepped over the puddle and onto the step. She maneuvered past the seated transvestite and Tabitha heard metallic jangling when she unlocked the door. It swung open with a faint creak and the woman stepped over the threshold, then turned again to her unexpected victim. Her voice sounded like she was smiling when she said, "My name is Alma and I normally come home earlier. Let's say... around 10."