Ranganath 232 Posted September 25, 2014 Popular Post Share Posted September 25, 2014 Hi once again everyone! I know that I said in my last post that I'd share some of the desperation experiences that my girlfriend Shruthi underwent back in college. However, before that, I thought I would share one other experience that I witnessed. In this case, as it was merely a friend of mine and not a girlfriend, I felt less guilty and more aroused by the entire ordeal. This happened quite a while back, when I was in my ISE 1st year (The equivalent of As-Levels or 11th grade abroad). At this point Shruthi (my current girlfriend) and I studied in the same school in Tumkur, Karnataka ( A state) I was around 17, as was Shruthi, who, at the time, was just a girl who I had a crush on. It all started after our mid-year dance. This was a party of sorts, normally thrown by the school in the evening in a relatively inexpensive hotel. Drinking was strictly prohibited, but it's really not that easy to keep a group of 80 odd High schoolers sober when out at night. Needless to say, booze was abundant. Keturah, a short, slim, and relatively fair girl from Tamil Nadu (Another state, just south of Karnataka), was one of my classmates. Having been promoted by a year she was younger than everyone else and was an extremely decent girl, studious and serious, never once having touched alcohol in her life (or so she told all of us). As I was also quite a studious person, we had become quite good friends, visiting each other's houses from time to time to revise and study. At the dance I noticed Keturah standing alone in a corner, wearing her saree (traditional Indian Clothing item), and sipping from a glass of beer. I went over and engaged her in conversation. She quickly hid the beer and responded to me. We talked for quite some time and each had a few more drinks (albeit her's being drunk only when I turned the other way), before the party came to an end. Having drank quite a lot, I excused myself to the washroom, relieved myself and returned to find Keturah having yet another drink poured for her by a friend. Not wanting to have the corruption of such a decent girl on my hands, I hurried her away to the door and began talking to her once again. By this point, the music had stopped completely, the lights had come back on and everyone was making a long line for the doors. I bid her farewell and was just about to leave when I remembered a textbook that I had left in her flat. Upon reminding her about it, she told me to come back to her place now and get the book. As it was late and I was not sure what her parents would think about a teenage boy coming to visit their daughter late at night I asked her if she was sure that it was fine, to which she told me that everything was good as her parents were staying with her grandparents for the week and she had the house to herself. I smiled and took her up on her offer. We left the hall, stopped a passing auto rickshaw and hopped in as it sped off towards her house. We reached there in under 10 minutes, despite the distance being quite far, as there was very little traffic at this time of night. By the time that we arrived at her house, my bladder felt uncomfortably full from all the drinks that I had had. She led me up to her flat, a small pink 2BHK ( two bedroom house with kitchen) flat, on the sixth floor of the building. The moment I entered I asked her, without trying to sound odd, where the bathroom was. She gestured to a room in the bedroom on the left. I rushed inside, shut the door, and hastily relieved myself. Returning from the bathroom I entered her room, a smaller bedroom to the right of the flat, and began searching for the missing textbook. As I looked, we talked a lot. She told me about her sister who was in college, carpentry work that was going on in the flat, and other school gossip. As it was getting quite hot and stuffy inside of the room, I let open a small window in the corner of the room. As the house was on the sixth floor, the breeze was quite strong and the bedroom door, open until now, slammed shut with a deafening thud. Keturah spun around, and upon seeing the shut door almost shouted, "SHIT!!" "What's wrong?", I asked her, "None of the doors in the flat have doorknobs right now!!", she said, sounding annoyed and upset, " The carpenters removed them all last week to have the locks put in." "Shit....", I said, "So what do we do now? Should we call your parents, they must have a spare key to the flat." "And have them see me locked inside of a room with a strange boy!!??", she almost screamed. "What if we call your friends from hostel. Priyanka must have a key.", I suggested. "It's too late now, their curfew ended an hour back..., we'll just have to call them in the morning", she said, still sad but seemingly relieved. "I guess you'll have to stay the night here..." "Oh. Alright", I replied. "That's cool with me.." Keturah was far more relaxed at this point of time. She texted Priyanka who, while laughing at her situation, agreed to come by as early as possible tomorrow morning and open the flat. Keturah sat on the edge of the bed next to me and we began to talk. We talked for almost an hour, truly enjoying each other's company. Keturah had showed me a quarter of vodka that she stored in her room "In case of emergencies", she said. Mixing it with a large bottle of sprite she had in her cupboard, we had made quite a potent cocktail in the bottle, which we kept passing back and forth and finished within the first 40 minutes. Keturah, now quite tipsy, began to look uneasy. Upon inquiring as to what the problem was, she replied "Oh it's Nothing really, this saree is really uncomfortable, it's getting on my nerves.... that and......well, I would kill for a bathroom right about now", she added with a drunk giggle. I laughed politely and replied, "Then go right?", gesturing to the door at the end of her bedroom. "Oh that",she said, " No.. That's my walk in closet, the only bathroom is in the other bedroom" With those words I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I thought that was a bathroom up until now", I replied. "No", she said sadly, "Although if this gets much worse we may have to use it as one", she said jokingly, breaking out into another set of giggles. An hour and a couple shots later ( she really had a SHITLOAD of booze hidden in her room ), the smiles vanished and were replaced by looks of genuine worry and concern. Keturah's hands were placed in her lap and she was bend forward, such that the angle between her torso and her legs was about 45 degrees. Beads of sweat rolled down her face and she was rocking back and forth slowly. Surprisingly though, she was still talking. "So how is your exam preparation going?", she asked me, gently rocking back and forth on the bed. I answered and as I did I could see that my exam preparation was the furthest thing from her mind as she watched me intently, biting her lower lip, and pressing down on her crotch area so hard that her knuckles turned white. An awkward silence filled the room for a minute or so, broken only by the sound of the bed squeaking as Keturah jiggled around anxiously. I opened my mouth to say something but just as the words "Hey" escaped my lips, she said the same thing. "Sorry", I said, "You first." "No,no, it's okay... you tell me.. what were you going to say?", she said in a strained voice. "Uh.. okay", I continued,"Well I was wondering if well.... seeing as we get along so well and all, I thought that maybe we could, well......". My words trailed off as I felt embarrassed. "We could what?", Keturah said, obviously anxious for me to finish talking. "Well.. I thought that maybe we could, you know...". With that I slowly leaned in towards her, till my face was mere inches away from hers. I continued to lean in until our lips touched. My arms gently touched her sides and caressed her back, pulling her closer in towards me. Her mouth opened and we began to truly and passionately kiss. This went on for about a minute when suddenly she snapped back, sat straight up with a aghast and shocked look on her face and said, "Hey look, I'm really sorry. This, this is great, but there's just some things I've gotta take care of first....", she said, sneaking a furtive glance at the walk in closet. "Can't it wait", I said, leaning back in. "No babe, I'm really sorry but I've just really got to do something. Just hold on a minute, I'll be right back", Keturah said as she stood up and awkwardly wobbled over to the closet door, one hand over her crotch,"Oh and by the way..", she said, turning around to face me, "Please don't judge me, I wouldn't do this unless it was truly an emergency", and with that she gave the closet door a shove. It did not budge. She pushed it one more time. Nothing happened. I came and pushed on the door with all my might but it did not budge an inch. It must have been firmly locked by the carpenters (for reasons that I still cannot fathom). Keturah appeared to be close to tears now, there was nothing that she could do now other than bide time. She led out a loud sob. I reached out and gave her a warm hug, arms slowly moving down her sides and onto her ass as her head lifted and our lips met once again. As we embraced, I could feel her trembling. I slid one hand down the front of her saree and moving down past the pubic area, I could feel an unmistakable wet spot on the area right between her legs. It was at this point that I knew that she really wasn't playing around or overacting. I pulled my hand out and asked her in a soft voice: "Keturah, are you okay?" "No."She replied sobbing. "When's the last time that you....you know, went?" I inquired, "About an hour before the party started", she cried. Suddenly she let out a shrill squeak, placed both her hands over her mouth and lept backwards, away from me. "Is everything okay", I asked? Knowing full well that it was not. She didn't say a single word, instead looking down with shame at the marble tile floor that lay between us,the area on which she had stood only a second ago, her hands now firmly clasped to crotch. Following her eyes I looked at the floor and saw a few small yet unmistakable drops of liquid. I slowly looked back at her, trembling, sobbing, her Kajol (Indian form of eyeliner) smudged, and squeezing the saree above her crotch. "I'm sorry....", she sobbed, in a voice barely above a whisper, "I just really can't hold it...", she gasped yet again and began to walk towards the other side of the room, in as composed a manner as she could. Looking at the ground behind her as she walked, I could see quite a few more drops of piss rolling off her calf and onto the floor. I knew that she wouldn't be able to hold it more than a minute, and so I asked her, "Is there anything I can do to help??" Her female instincts and decency being washed away by the waves of desperation and the prospect of far greater inevitable embarrassment, she replied between sobs and while rapidly pacing the ground in front of the door: "If you don't mind....do you think you could help me take off this annoying thing", gesturing at her saree. Before I proceed, let me just clarify one issue for the non-Indian readers. A saree is a piece of clothing comprising of only one piece of cloth. It's really difficult to put on and to take off. Most of the time another lady helps with these. Older woman (30+) who are married and who have to wear the saree on a regular basis are accustomed to both wearing and removing it but the school and college going girls who wear it only on certain occasions, are quite clueless about how to do either. I walked over towards her, took one end of her pink saree in my hands and began to slowly unravel it, asking her to turn around slowly as I removed it. Suddenly Keturah doubled over, both hands shooting to her crotch and a sharp hiss, so sudden, short-lived and violently strong that it sounded almost like a splat, cut through the air, followed almost instantly by a loud sob from Keturah. "Hurry up!!", Keturah moaned between sobs, " I really can't control it anymore!!", she whimpered. Not wanting to put her through any more embarrassment, I began pulling the saree cloth quicker, forcing Keturah to twirl around as it unraveled. As I reached the end of the saree, the part that is usually worn on the lower half of the body, I noticed that it was quite damp and at some points even saturated. Within a matter of seconds, I finished removing the saree, leaving Keturah standing in front of me in a blouse and a pair of more than damp purple panties. Her legs were tightly pressed together, not even a small gap remained, one hand jammed between her thighs and the other covering her crotch region from view, in a futile attempt to preserve what little dignity she thought she had left. Suddenly Keturah doubled over yet again as another sharp hiss cut through the air. Her piss hit the floor with such force that it splattered, drops getting on my feet. "Turn Around!!", she cried as she reached for the garbage can next to her bed and pulled it towards her. But, try as I might, I just couldn't look away from the spectacle of this hot young girl in nothing but her underwear losing control by the second. All of a sudden Keturah let out a loud gasp as she keeled over. Her eyes opened wide in shock, and she put one hand over her mouth, stifling a sob. Knowing full well what was going to happen but not wanting to cause her more unnecessary embarrassment, I turned around. To my luck there was a mirror in the corner of the room, through which I continued to observe. Sure enough, the sharp hiss and splatter of a thick stream of piss hitting the floor hard filled my ears. The only difference was however, that this time, the stream showed now signs of subsiding. That confirmed my suspicions about Keturah's face. She had finally lost all control and there was no going back. Looking into the mirror, I observed the action in real-time. Tears streaming down her cheeks and piss flowing down her thighs, Keturah, having already pulled the small garbage can (about 4 inches by 5 inches in size) beneath her, in a single deft move, yanked down her saturated purple panties to her knees, giving me a clear view of her thick black pubic hair, and sat on the garbage can. Immediately the sound changed. As the garbage container filled, I heard a far too audible sigh of relief from Keturah. I turned around, unable to resist the temptation. The garbage can was hardly visible, dwarfed underneath her shapely yet still quite large black ass. Her thighs were kept as close together as possible, so as to prevent any leakage. Between her knees was suspended a dripping pair of underwear, and her calves seemed to branch out in opposite directions. The ground around her was looking as if it had just drizzled, droplets and small puddles of piss lay almost everywhere. After about a minute, Keturah finished, the stream intensity gradually dying down to a halt. An embarrassed whisper cut through the awkward silence "Could you pass a paper from over there...", she said, pointing to her bookshelf (by this point she knew full well that I was watching but didn't seem to really care anymore, perhaps knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. We were trapped in a room together after all). I walked over to the bookshelf which lay near the walk in closet, grabbed a loose sheet of paper and handed it to her, while trying to look the other way. Keturah took it, used it to wipe off her smudged Kajol (eyeliner) from her eyes, then turned it around, ran it between her legs once, and dropped it into the garbage can. She gingerly removed her panties, threw them into a corner near the door and stood up. She lunged for the saree lying on the bed and wrapped it around her lower body, tying it with a loose knot. She pushed the near-full garbage can to a small corner of her room, next to the main door, came back to the bed and lay down. Not wanting to embarrass her, I didn't ask her to help me clean the floor. At the same time, for fear of offending her, I was too afraid to clean the floor myself, so I pretended as if nothing had happened and crawled into bed next to her. The next morning, Priyanka opened the door and was openly and visibly taken aback by the smell. Keturah gave her a fierce and intimidating glare, just DARING her to make one snide comment about it. Priyanka said nothing and left just as I ran to the bathroom in the other bedroom and relieved myself. I never thought that I would be able to make it through the entire night without a single piss but surprisingly I did. Keturah and me are on good terms now. We still hang out from time to time (when she comes to Madurai), but we have not once said anything about that incident till date. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ Please give me any feedback and tell me whether or not you are enjoying these stories and if I should continue narrating my experiences. Also anyone with any sightings or experiences with Indian women desperation please post. It seems to me that even though there are so many incidents happening and being witnessed on a daily basis, very few people take the time to post them. Please do so as it would mean a lot to me and I'm sure many others too. Thank you vexer6, ashishgamer, HoldingPrinces and 13 others 15 1 Quote Link to comment
mhenslowe 69 Posted September 25, 2014 Share Posted September 25, 2014 You've been lucky enough to be privy to some impressive sights and you have a definite gift for describing these situations. More of your experiences would absolutely be enjoyed. Thank you! Vegichan 1 Quote Link to comment
KhalDrogo 43 Posted September 25, 2014 Share Posted September 25, 2014 Please give me any feedback and tell me whether or not you are enjoying these stories and if I should continue narrating my experiences. Ok, I am going to say this as calmly as I possibly can: Yes, yes, yes! I'm enjoying these so much. And please continue, if you have any more experiences to share! :) I really like your writing style, the way in which you account for every detail, how you describe the surroundings, the desperation as well as your own thoughts and feelings. Having experienced this in the first place just makes you a lucky man, but the way you describe it makes you an artist. Also, please keep the background information about India coming. It is really interesting and helps a great deal in following the course of action and vividly picturing the situation. This is edutainment at its best. :D Quote Link to comment
vexer6 62 Posted September 25, 2014 Share Posted September 25, 2014 Another amazing story, keep em coming! Quote Link to comment
Borden Dazed 3 Posted September 25, 2014 Share Posted September 25, 2014 Very well written! Thanks for describing this scene... BND Quote Link to comment
Guest Posted September 26, 2014 Share Posted September 26, 2014 You are a good writer-up, and also a bit lucky! The different cultural element which is very different from what we usually see here made it even more exciting to read and take in Quote Link to comment
Pain 927 Posted September 26, 2014 Share Posted September 26, 2014 Good to know there are more Indian people around here. I am an Indian too, the level of connectivity will just increase with this. It was nice was brilliant story,hope you post more in future . Quote Link to comment
Guest Posted September 27, 2014 Share Posted September 27, 2014 Not sure about what to think about you watching her while she peed, but yes, great story! Happy for you that you had that experience! Quote Link to comment
Ben Jones 36 Posted September 29, 2014 Share Posted September 29, 2014 Wow, that was SO awesome. Agree with the others, you have a very good writing style. You were quite lucky! :D Quote Link to comment
Rockwell1173 0 Posted November 17, 2014 Share Posted November 17, 2014 Very erotic story; very nicely told. Thanks. Quote Link to comment
kingindia 0 Posted April 1, 2018 Share Posted April 1, 2018 please repost the story it dissapeared Quote Link to comment
KozmoFox 5,644 Posted April 1, 2018 👮 Moderator Share Posted April 1, 2018 7 hours ago, kingindia said: please repost the story it dissapeared It didn't disappear, he just posted it back when the site had a darker background and he had used white text. I changed it to black to fit the more modern white background Thank you for inadvertently bringing this to my attention and enjoy the story! Quote Link to comment
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