Peninah's Wet Panties: Volume Two

By Peninah

The next five “Peninah’s Wet Panties” short stories in a single edition. Featuring: Watch Me Pee, Wicked Wanda, Donna's Dare, Club Paradiso and Eden's Interview.
Cheating wives, fetish, lesbian action, plus kinky exhibitionists.
Please Note: All five stories have been previously published individually.

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: Feb 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463587386

Peninah

Hot and kinky Peninah has been involved with erotica for quite a few years. First as an erotic model and now as an author.Watch out for the Peninah's Wet Panties Series... erotic flash fiction that will leave you gasping for more.So if you want to know more about her wet panties why not drop Peninah a line at [e-mail]

Book preview

Peninah’s Wet Panties

Volume Two

Watch Me Pee

Wicked Wanda

Donna's Dare

Club Paradiso

Eden's Interview

Peninah

Please Note: Eden's Interview (Story #11) has replaced Nancy's Naughty Night Out (Story #10) in this edition as Nancy's Naughty Night Out is a two part story and both parts will feature in the next Peninah's Wet Panties compilation.

Watch Me Pee

Peninah’s Wet Panties #6

Peninah

Copyright

Layout Copyright © 2020 by PMO Publishing. Published 2020 by PMO Publishing. E-book design by PMO Publishing. Cover art by PMO Publishing. Contact: [e-mail] / [e-mail]

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the authors permission.

Authors note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Chapter 1

Sadie squeezed her knees together and tried to settle her mind, the urge was becoming impossible to control and the more she thought about her desperation, the more the pressure increased.

This is the worst place for this to happen she thought as imagination told her that a tiny dribble of pee had escaped to soak into her panties. Stuck at a bus stop, luckily not in the city centre, that would be just too much she thought. Too many people all crowded around her, too many to witness the accident that was beginning to feel inevitable. Because it is going to happen she groaned inside. Two other people were sharing her suburban shelter, closest sat a man in his thirties, he didn’t exactly look like a banker, he didn’t look like a bum either. Just a regular kind of guy she had thought as he turned to glance at her and smile. On the other side of her stood another man who looked closer to his sixties, a sleazy type of character, his long coat and hands thrust deep down into the pockets had instantly made her think the word flasher, he had also been casting frequent glances while his pockets moved suspiciously. I think he’s playing with his dick she told herself, then winced as another tiny squirt edged her closer to disaster.

Sadie had considered her options, there were a few houses close by but most were boarded up and obviously abandoned, the others didn’t look at all welcoming. If she had been in a better neighbourhood she would have knocked on a door and then pleaded with some sweet old lady to let her in for a moment, but I’m sure to end up alone with some pervert she had told herself.

Walking home wasn’t an option, it was too far and moving would probably lead to the flood gates bursting.

But they are going to burst very soon she realised, another glance around and she realised that the only place that she could squat was directly behind the shelter. But the problem is it’s just a glass barrier! Open fronted the shelter was a tubular frame that was fitted with toughened glass panels, back, sides and top. Of course a few posters had been pasted here and there, the efforts to remove them leaving the glass patterned in places. But there wasn’t enough remaining to offer any real privacy.

But it’s more private than doing it sitting here she reasoned, in just a few moments of shame she would gain relief, yes she’d be embarrassed, and her cheeks would