Reading in the Train

Sheila was on her way home from college. She was sitting by window, alone in the train. She was looking forward to getting home soon; she hadn’t seen her sister for two weeks. Sheila was a tall, slim, 19 year–old woman with well–sized breasts and long hair. She had very nice sexy butt and her pussy was really perfect, shaved into a slim decorated line.
She was wearing white elastic trousers and a purple shirt beneath which was white lacy bra that was very sexy. On her sexy ass she was wearing nice white lacy panties, no thongs because she didn’t feel comfortable with them in the train. Sheila was single; she didn’t get on well with her last boyfriend because he was jealous when she was enjoying sex with other boys…and girls. She didn’t love those other boys; she was just fucking with them. She also loved masturbation when she had no one to fuck with. She did it regularly many times a day since turning 12. Sheila really loved playing with her body and pussy. She loved touching herself under her clothes, and even over them. Coming to the train station she wanted something interesting to read so as not to get bored by the long 10–hour journey home, so she bought some magazines for girls, newspapers, and one erotic magazine she had followed for more than year. She really loved reading about porn, all about sex, and about others’ experiences as well as looking at those nasty pictures in magazines. She also spent many hours on the Internet surfing through porn sites and downloading pictures and video files. As she was sitting alone in the train, she opened her favorite porn magazine and started reading. Just after opening the first page she was fascinated by a picture of her sister in a black thong, touching her pussy. But she didn’t get disgusted; she liked it. Her nipples became erect and her pussy started to flow tasty juice into her panties.
It was really hot that day so Sheila was drinking lot of water and had to go to the toilet quite often. She hid the magazine and drank another small water bottle. She felt like pissing, but when she went to the toilet she found the door locked even though nobody answered her knocks. She was alone in the coach and the toilets were locked. She even couldn’t open door to the other coach. She thought about what to do. It was impossible for her to piss out of the window; only men could do something like that. Bottle!!! Yes. If she was careful she could possibly piss into empty bottle. She took her trousers and panties off and carefully pissed into the bottle.
As she was drinking a lot that day she fulfilled the bottle with transparent tasteless liquid. Fine, she thought. She aligned the bottle on the side table next to another bottle with water. Then she got dressed again and continued reading and touching her pussy through the dress. Sun was shining straight on her and she felt thirsty again. Not looking and concentrating on the magazine, she opened a bottle and drank. “Hmmm, strange taste…” she thought. After few minutes she froze. “Damn, I drank my own urine!” She was stunned, as it didn’t have a lot of taste. She had liked it just fine. It excited her so much that she unbuttoned her trousers and put one hand under them and started slowly play with her clit while tasting more of her own urine. As she drank the whole bottle she wanted more. She refilled that bottle again but she still felt like she had more to pee. Sheila started to thinking about getting herself wet. She decided to piss through her panties and trousers next time when she got desperate to piss. Reading the long article about her sister took her more time than she had thought.
Again, she felt again that feeling. “How best to piss myself? Standing or sitting?” Sheila was thinking of it so much that she suddenly felt something wet under her. Urine was flowing strongly from her, her panties and trousers became quickly wet and she felt great. She loved it– even having an orgasm soon after that. She just sat for a while and enjoyed the feeling. “I shouldn’t stay in these wet things,” she thought, after a while. She found nice black mini skirt and other white panties and put them on. “How would it feel if I pissed myself on my face and tits?” thought Sheila. “Dirty little slut, that’s what I am,” thought she with smile on her innocent face. After another orgasm from masturbating with her wet panties and reading her magazine, Sheila fell asleep.
Ondra