Ooops . . . Wrong car!

Ooops . . .  Wrong car! Ooops . . . Wrong car!

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Have you ever had one of those moments when you wish that the ground would open up and swallow you? Inevitably, mine involved knickers in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wouldn't think twice about it today; but at eighteen . . .

Summary

Have you ever had one of those moments when you wish that the ground would open up and swallow you? Inevitably, mine involved knickers in the wrong place at the wrong time. I wouldn't think twice about it today; but at eighteen . . .

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Submitted: November 01, 2015

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Ooops; Wrong Car!

When I was in the sixth form at school, we moved into a new site and for the first time, the students were allowed to park in the car park. I had been flirting with Chrisie who had become very excited about my tendency to lose my underwear. It was a sure fire way to turn her on, inevitably leading to a kiss and a cuddle, and usually more. Well, one day after a chemistry lab class, I was walking across the carpark, still wearing my lab coat, when I spotted Chrissie's mum's car. Realising she must have borrowed it for the day, I looked around to make sure no one was looking, then slipped my hands under my lab coat and skirt, hooked my thumbs into the hem of my knix and slid them down my thighs. Another quick glance around, then I lifted first my left foot, then my right, stepping out of the tiny garment and feeling so much better for it. Then, with a grin pulling my face tight and my imagination running wild, I trapped my knickers under one windscreen wiper and I kissed the windscreen, leaving a big, sloppy, lipstick mark.

I couldn't wait till we met later. I imagined what Chrissie's face would be like when she found my gift and I simply had to go to ground in the girls' toilets for a while. It was a new school so the toilets were clean and fresh, but the stall doors were thin with gaps round the edge. Still in my lab coat, I sat back on the seat and let my knees drift apart. With Chrissie's face in my mind's eye, I slowly stroked between my knees, feeling the tingle in my thighs creeping higher as my fingers scratched lightly across my sensitive, smooth skin. I let my head fall backwards, eyes closed, and I heard a door bang and laughter as more people came in; it must be break time. I gasped as my fingers found my wetness and began to work their magic. The noise of other girls was all around me; giggling, laughing, screaming and chattering loudly; doors banging and water running. Water running... I needed a pee but I wasn't going to stop now. I could feel the first stirrings deep in my tummy, but this felt somehow... different. Different place, different 'itch'; like my womanly places wanted to sneeze. A tension like I'd never felt before... excruciating, ecstatic, like I could hardly bare to keep touching myself.

Then it happened... in the next cubicle, the door banged. "Christ, I need a pee", she shouted to her friend. It was a young voice, a lot younger than me. I felt a lurch in my tummy. "God... I wet my knickers in maths", she yelled. Another somersault... a dam was about to burst. Then... The sound of her flow, strong and sure; a torrent streaming over the hillside and into the lake below. "Fucccccck!", she screamed.

The waves of my climax broke mercilessly, wracking through my body, pulse after pulse, stronger and stronger... but... something was different; pee, I needed to pee; Christ, I couldn't and between my legs the pleasure felt like pain; delicious, delightful pain. Pain that said I was going to burst, to pop like a balloon. Stronger and stronger contractions; eyes tight shut, head back... and just as I thought I would die, my scream escaped as I let go below and my pee; uncontrolable jets with every pulse of my muscles, flowed with my orgasm until I sat there, drained, used-up, satisfied and utterly, utterly shocked.

I opened my eyes not knowing what had happened. Through the gap in the door I saw four wide eyes peeping in, then running off in fits of giggles. No, I didn't know what had just happened, but I knew I wanted more, lots more.

When I saw Chrissie, she was driving out of the carpark. She waved and stopped to pick me up. Seeing the look on my face, she said, "What?" in an inquisitive way, "You look like you were expecting something".

I pouted, letting her see I was disappointed. "Didn't you like my present?", I asked.

"What present?"

What present? I explained.

"Cee... you didn't leave your knix on my car!", she said... omg, Omg,OMG!

I got back to the carpark just in time to see Mr Dixon, my Form tutor, standing by his car with my knickers in his hand looking puzzled. What to do? Run? Hide?

In my mind's eye, I walked over to him, brash and confident, and plucked the scrap of material out of his hand saying, "Sorry Sir, wrong car!"

In the real world, I curled up in a heap in Chrissie's car and hoped the ground would open up and swallow me; I could feel the embarrassment welling up from the pit of my stomach. It was then that Chrissie took my hand and guided it under her skirt... "But I have a present for you too", she said...


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