A Chance Encounter, Chapters 5 & 6

Chapter 5

The storm had passed. I could feel the warmth of the sunshine on my face as I woke, holding Annie in my arms as if it had always been that way. I gently nuzzled her neck behind her ear, and gave her a subtle kiss. She stirred, replying with a sleepy but approving trill. I couldn’t help but recall the events of the night and early morning as I took stock of our situation. I could only hope that Annie was as into me as I believed I was into her. The thought of spending more time with her and getting to know her excited me. I hoped it did her too.

I couldn’t help but hope that there was more between us than just our apparently shared fetish. If there were, then maybe there’d be the possibility of this being more than just a chance encounter by two souls who crossed paths for just the blink of an eye.

“What time is it?” Annie asked, forcing the sleep away to speak. She rolled over to face me, and we continued our embrace.

I looked at my phone. “Almost ten! Wow.” I replied. Last I had looked, it was about four-thirty. I hadn’t expected that we’d sleep this long.

“So.. I’ve been thinking. I don’t have anything except the clothes I’m wearing and my purse. I lost everything else and I really need a shower and a change of clothes. Can we stop at your place at least long enough to…” she paused, uncomfortable about what she was about to ask. She didn’t want to impose anything on me, nor did she want to imply that she was expecting to stay once she was done.

“Yes, of course. We’ve made it this far, it’s the least I can do. And I have no expectations. Hopes, but no expectations.”

“Hopes?” she asked.

“Yeah, hopes that I might ask you out and you’d agree? Get to know each other a bit? Have some fun and conversation that’s not with me behind the wheel?” I said, giving her the inquisitive smile that I can’t help when I’m overcoming my shyness.

“I was kinda hoping you’d ask. I’d like to spend some time with you.” she stopped, and looked away, with that inward look that made me think that she was about to tell me something deeply personal. And she was. We sat up, leaning against my gear that lined the back of the truck beside us. She took my hand, gently, then clasped mine with her other hand. Her touch was electric on my skin. She had my soul’s full attention.

“When I left, I didn’t know what I was doing or what I wanted. I felt empty, and nothing I did helped. My parents are both gone. My friends.. well.. I.. well that’s another story for later.  I hated my job, I hated my apartment, and for the most part, I hated my life.

There was no one for me to turn to. I just wanted out. I put some money aside for a while. I saved up enough to live for a couple months while I got things in order… It’s stupid, really. No plan. Just an escape. I don’t know what I want, but right now, I know that you’re the first person that’s treated me like a human in a long time. That means something to me, and I…” She stopped, as a tear formed and gentlydrifted down her cheek.

I raised my other hand to wipe the tear away gently as she looked down. She raised a hand and gently pressed mine as I caressed her cheek. Her gaze again met mine. The tears of pain in her eyes had changed. I saw a new look take over her eyes; hope. She was even more beautiful now than when we first met. She broke a smile that was ten times brighter than the last I’d seen. It was only moments, but felt like days as we stared into each others eyes.

She leaned into me and put her arms around me, her chin on my shoulder. I responded with my arms, and pulled her close to me, cradling her gently, but assuredly. She kissed my ear then slowly pulled her head back to kiss me on the cheek. Suddenly, once again, our lips embraced in a kiss that was much different than last night. Softer. Slower. I could feel the softness of her lips through my whole body. It was as if their touch to mine set off static charges all over my body.

We pulled apart slowly. I knew that we needed to get moving down the road, but neither of us wanted to move from where we were. But reality began to set in. The sun was heating the inside of the truck, and now our previous evening was beginning to catch up with us. A sudden change in the smell inside the truck caught us both off guard and we laughed and decided it was time to get going.

Both of us were still quite damp, but it wasn’t showing as much. We climbed out the back doors and into the front seats, and down the road we went. I sprayed some air freshener I had in the console and turned on the air. We headed for my home.


“How long?” she asked, blatantly, comfortably.

I opened my mouth, not quite sure what she wanted to know. She asked again “how long have you.. been into this? Been into wetting?”

“Oh.. Well, I remember something happening when I was about 4 or 5, I think. I was a little rebellious, and peeing my pants felt good even then, and made me feel a bit naughty, especially when I got away with it. I didn’t always get away with it, and Mom and Dad thought I had a.. problem. They had no idea. How about you?”

“Uhm… It’s been more recent for me. I was 17, I think. I was.. taking care of myself one night, and I happened to have a very full bladder. When I… finished… I lost control. I was still wearing my panties. I guess through all that, it triggered something in me. I began to experiment, and… well… here I am.”

I looked at her and smiled. “When I was in 8th grade, there was this girl, Erin I think, and she had to go to the bathroom. She raised her hand and asked to go, but the teacher told her no. She stood up, and danced in place a little and begged, but the teacher still refused. Suddenly, she stopped dancing. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I heard a hissing sound. I looked down at her waist and saw a small wet patch turn into a big patch and saw her pee down the legs of her well fitted jeans. The sound she made and the look on her face was almost orgasmic. She didn’t look upset. I was hooked…”

“Was she embarrassed at all?”

“Well, she was a little red faced, but really didn’t seem all that upset by it. She sat back down at her desk and waited for the end of the period.”

“I see.. So.. I need to..” she cut herself off. Her face changed and took on that now familiar look of enjoyment and relief. I could hear the hiss of her relief. “.. oh nevermind…” With that, she turned and opened her legs to show me the freshly re-wet shine of her jeans. She playfully bit her lip again. I smiled to her.<br>
“Your turn..” she suggested.

I decided to wait for now. The gas gauge was getting lower, and I knew that a stop before home was inevitable. While I love the feeling of just letting go; of feeling the hot wetness envelop my manhood and soak my clothing, I wasn’t keen on the idea of showing everyone in the world (or at least everyone in the whole wide town somewhere) that I had peed my pants. “I’m gonna have to wait a bit. I need to gas up the truck before we get to my place.”

“That’s not fair!” she teased. “I need to see you wet NOW..”

“I’m not going in the gas station wet, and I don’t have a card to pay at the pump with. I..” she cut me off.

“I’ll go in and pay. But you have to pee again before we get there.”

“OK, if you go in with your wet pants to pay for the gas and get us some pop, not only will I wet again, but I’ll do it while I’m pumping the gas.”


Chapter 6

Our conversations had turned to many other subjects over the next half hour. Music. Art. Sports. Shopping. Religion. Economics. All the while, Annie kept that expectant look in her eye, as if something she had been waiting for years was about to happen. I couldn’t believe what I agreed to. I am about to wet my pants in a public place. I’d get to see that beautiful round wet ass walk away from me into the gas station. I could see she was nervous.

I had been through Wilton before, so I knew that it wasn’t a big town, and it wasn’t the busiest gas station in Iowa either, given that it was a few miles off the interstate. I was counting on that. I certainly wasn’t going to do this at ‘the World’s Largest Truck stop’ a few miles up the road from here. No, this town would do. My mind was swimming, and by now, I really needed the relief of a good pee. I pulled into the station and up to a pump.

Unfortunately, this place was busy, and people in and out almost non-stop. Luckily, no one was looking at me as I got out of the truck. Not until Annie got out and came around where I was. At least a couple people had noticed her situation, and I heard the comments. I was getting ready to pull the gas cap when Annie reached out and stopped me. She gestured for me to look down. As I did, I saw her already soaked crotch sparkle with a fresh wet stream. It flowed down her left leg and left a small puddle at her foot. She reached out her hand as I went for the pump and stopped me.

“Now. I want it now.” she commanded.

I swallowed hard, thinking about what had to come next. By now several people were looking at Annie, and undoubtedly looking at me too, if for no other reason but to see my reaction to her wetting. I smiled to her, and rolled my eyes down. She followed my gaze.

It really didn’t take much to get started. I had to fairly badly at this point, but I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I let my stream start slowly, savoring the warm wetness as it encompassed my slightly erect penis and flowed over my balls. The stream pooled a bit in the crotch of my jeans and began to spill over into my pant legs. I let go completely. The shimmering lines on my legs grew wider and finally reached the bottom. My pant legs kept the flow out of my shoes and allowed the streams to hit the ground. Two puddles quickly became one and then the lager puddle sought out Annies puddle. Soon, we stood in a single, rather large puddle. The pavement was still wet from the night before, which hid what we had just done to some degree, but it was still a bit obvious.

“Pump the gas now. I’ll go in and pay.” I handed her a hundred and she slowly walked inside as I pumped the gas. A few minutes later, the trucks tank was as full as my tank was empty. She came out a few moments later and returned to the truck. I stood outside the truck until she got there, and we got in together. As she climbed in, I could see she was red-faced, and a bit shaken. But she started a grin which rapidly became a full smile, then a laugh.

“I can’t believe we just did that!” she said, excited.

“I know.. I’ve never done anything like that. Did anyone say anything to you?”

“No, but I overhead some whispers about both of us. I just played like nothing was wrong. I even went in the bathroom and washed my hands.

But not a word said directly to me.” she explained.

“I had a couple people look at me in disgust, but nothing said here either.” I replied.

I pulled out and started back to the interstate. Annie popped the top on my liter Pepsi and set it out for me, then began to work on hers. In the bag were two more, and more water. We were set for the rest of the drive home. A hour and a half drive ahead of us, and not a single bathroom break needed.


“That was kinda fun… I hope you don’t get tired of these wettings.. I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.” Annie dead-panned.

“Good.” I said. “Then the toilet at my house is off limits.” I teased.

“Well.. if I can’t use it, neither can you” she responded. I couldn’t believe how easily she had agreed to that. “But we..uh..”

“What? But what?”

“Well.. I don’t want to ruin the furniture. At least not all of it. Have you ever… never mind.. that may be going to far.” I stammered.

“Too far? We just wet our pants in public. Come on, ask away.”

“Have you ever worn.. an adult diaper?” I fumbled as I asked.

“No, but I’ve always wanted to try one!” Annie said somewhat enthusiastically.

“Well.. Ok. I think I have some that will fit you. They were too small for me, but I kept them in case…. In case I ever had anyone around that could or would wear them.”

“I think you’d be surprised at what I’ll try. We haven’t even begun to get through the things I want to do. I..” she paused. She looked as though she was going to continue, but she stopped and looked away.

“What? Go on.”

“Here’s the thing. I know we just met, but I really like you. A lot. Maybe more than a lot.” I interrupted.

“I like you maybe more than a lot too.” Our gazes met again, and as I looked into her eyes, for a moment, it was as if I could feel her thoughts.

“I just don’t want to mess this up. I can’t help but think that you are why I left to find something else in my life. I haven’t thought about where I am going or what I’m doing since last night. I.. I don’t know what that means, but I feel… comfortable.. for the first time in a couple years. I don’t want to lose that feeling.” She looked at me in anticipation, as if there was something she hoped I would say or do at this very moment.

“You don’t have to. I’d like you to stay with me. At least until you decide you don’t want to anymore. However long that is.” Even if it’s forever. Did I really just think that? I did, and it didn’t frighten me. In fact, for the first time in a couple years, I felt comfortable too.

“That could be a while. I’m homeless, remember?” she said as she laughed. “But I just don’t want you to freak out if I do something that’s.. well… not your thing.”

“Annie, if you knew all the things I’ve tried, enjoyed, and still do, you might freak out. I won’t if you won’t.”

“It doesn’t feel like that’ll be a problem, really.” She kissed her fingertips and slowly reached for my lips and pressed ever so gently.

She followed my cheek and neck to my arm, dragging her fingertips ever so lightly with a touch that lit up every nerve in my body. Then Annie followed with the same touch and took my right hand and gently squeezed it.

Without warning, she lifted my arm over the console and placed my hand between her legs, palm toward her jean covered mound. It was cool and damp, having dried out some. I felt her body shift and instantly felt the crotch of her jeans turn warm and my fingers became very wet. Again, I became as erect as was possible constrained inside my own jeans. She saw this, and reached her hand over to my swollen member, and
slowly stroked the damp cloth.

Hoping I knew what she wanted, I released what had built up in my bladder once again. The look of approval on her face told me all I needed to know. I replicated her touch on my jeans on her own wet jeans, stoking ever so lightly, on and around the whole of her upper leg. She responded in kind. She leaned over the console and put her lips to my ear and kissed. Under her breath, she confessed “I want you.”

I felt my whole body melt. I turned long enough to look her straight in the eyes and kiss her on her inviting lips before I returned my attention to the road.

I couldn’t wait to kiss her again.

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