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 The Bathroom

   MY NIGHT WITH KELLY BROOK

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   This, my first story, was my contribution to the now-defunct THOMAS
WATER RESOURCE PAGE monthly story competition.  The reason I did this was
that I saw a picture of Kelly, who is a model and TV personality, get
caught short in a lovely dress.  I wished the lucky snapper had done a
picture of her losing control!

   I'd always fancied Kelly Brook ever since she became a model, and
presented shows like "The Big Breakfast" and "Select MTV".  I even
sometimes wank over her.  One day, I saw a magazine competiton: Win a night
with Kelly Brook, and the prize was, of course, a date with the lady
herself at a plush London restaurant.  I felt I had to enter, so I did, out
of hope more than anything.

   I got a surprise a few months later, when I got a telephone call saying
that I won the prize- I was overjoyed at the prospect of meeting the woman
I fancied.  A few weeks later, and it came to the night of the date, and of
course, I was nervous.  I had put on a black tuxedo with a white shirt and
a blue bow tie.

   A representative from the magazine collected me and we rode in this
Limo...it was grand.  Within the hour, we reached the restaurant and when I
was shown my table, there was Kelly Brook.  She was wearing a long, red
sequined dress.

   "Hello," she said.  "I'm Kelly.  What's your name?"

   "Er...he-hello," I stammered nervously and shook her hand.  "I-I'm
Neville."

   After we all greeted each other, Kelly, myself, and the mag
representative sat down to have a meal.  We had a lot to eat and drink,
particularly white wine, which both Kelly and I gulped down.  We were
talking about a lot of things, about life in general, and I started to
notice that Kelly's attention was elsewhere.  She started shifting in her
seat and looked restless.

   "What's the matter, Kelly?" I asked.

   "Er..nothing at all," she replied.  She could've fooled me.  When a lady
starts shifting around in her seat, it always indicates that she needs to
go to the toilet.  I always get excited if a woman gets desperate, but this
time, it was Kelly who needed to go.  I pretended to drop a spoon onto the
floor.  As I looked under the table, I saw her legs clasped tight together,
and she had put one hand inbetween her legs through her red dress.  My
prick immediately got a hard on.  She never told anyone that she needed to
go during the evening...both the mag representative and I went to the
toilet a few times though.

   As the evening wore on, she became more desperate, jumping on the seat,
shifting from side to side and still had one hand inbetween her legs. 
Finally, she said, "Okay, I need to go now", and she got up to walk to the
toilet, still holding myself between her legs.  I noticed a wet patch, the
size of a football....  She peed in the back of her dress!  My prick
stiffened further and nearly came in my pants.  I didn't mention it to her
so not to embarrass her.

   When I got home after the big night, I raced up to my bedroom, shut the
door and had the most intense wank of my life thinking about Kelly Brook's
desperation and mini-accident.  I came when I saw the wet patch in my mind.
I'll never forget that as long as I live.