Pee Perverts: Wet Jeans

Lisa Jones has enjoyed a beer or three after work and finds herself trapped by the weather with a tall, dark stranger and a full bladder. She knows it’s only a matter of time before she submits to the needs of her aching body but can she indulge a new-found perversion and get her man?

Excerpt:

I decided to do it: decided to commit myself to the ultimate sexual release, knowing that once I’d started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I might not be able to hide what was happening to me, and that might expose what I’d already done. A danger wank – that’s what the guys at work called it.
What if I made a sex noise as my orgasm fired? A bedroom sound which alerted Richard to what I had done. I lived alone; it didn’t matter one jot if I groaned when I orgasmed. So long as I didn’t keep a pair of cymbals by the bed and crash them together in the night when I came, the neighbours didn’t care one jot what I did.
What kind of noise did I make? Could I do it silently?
“I think it’s easing off,” Richard said, interrupting my orgasmic considerations. He turned and immediately looked down at the hand frozen between my legs. “Are you coming?” He had caught me masturbating. There was no ‘normal’ explanation for a woman to be standing cupping her pussy in public.

This is a short story of about 6500 words.