Desperate In The Library - Sex Stories

Desperate In The Library

... adjusted to the moonlight that streamed in through a pair of large grimy windows on the opposite side of the room, her heart sank.

The room was just filled with more junk and random detritus: a few metal folding chairs—strangely sittingunfolded in a semi-circle in the corner, a pile of old electronics stacked precariously on a couple of decaying shelves, a large wooden table with several empty milk-crates piled on top of it. But nothing that was suitable for the business Bethany had in mind.

Then Bethany spotted it.

In the far corner of the room, an ancient-looking armchair sat, illuminated by a beam of moonlight. The upholstery was faded and worn, with patches of stuffing peeking through the dark velvet fabric. The seat cushion was threadbare and frayed around the edges, but it was very large and very plush—and to Bethany’s frazzled mind, it looked very absorbent.

Bethany didn't have time to think. Didn't have time to process what she was about to do. She wasted no time as she dropped her bag to the ground and feverishly kicked off her flip-flops, hopping on one foot, then the other as she stripped off her jeans. She rushed over to the armchair, her hair flying behind her in a wild mess, droplets of sweat rolling down the sides of her face. She shoved her panties to her feet and backed up to the chair, hovering her butt over the cushion.

As she precariously perched over the chair, completely bare-assed, like some kind of peculiar gargoyle, she hesitated for a ...

... split second. The thought that what she was about to do was completely fucking ridiculous flitted through her mind. But before she could even process this doubt, her bladder completely let go.

A hot stream of piss gushed out of her onto the chair cushion below.

Bethany's embarrassment at what she was doing vanished as soon as she felt the clenched fist of her bladder start to relax. An involuntary "fuuuuck" escaped her lips as she finally got the release she was looking for. This was a good idea, she decided.

As her bladder emptied, a tiny spark of curiosity lit up in her mind. Bethany chanced a look down between her legs and watched with fascination as the stream of liquid that exited her body pitter-pattered onto the cushion beneath her. The threadbare fabric seemed to swallow it up hungrily. And yet, a damp circle slowly began to form on the cushion as she filled it with more piss. Her pee spread out like an oil spill, seeping into the cushion and leaving behind a dark stain that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. It was mesmerizing, like watching ink slowly bleed out into water.

As if under a hypnotic spell, Bethany felt her body loosen as an intense feeling of relaxation washed over it. It was as if all the stress and anxiety from the past few days drained out of her body with the liquid exiting her bladder. Her breathing slowed and her eyelids grew heavy.

Without consciously realizing she was doing it, Bethany slowly relaxed down into the chair. ...