____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o An Accident (MF, voy, ws) Anonymous Author (c) 1997 *** The following, a true story, took place in December 1991. You may distribute it as long as you don't charge anything or anyone for the privilege of reading it. It was New Year's Eve in a large European city, and many thousands of people had congregated in the traditional place near the city center to wait for midnight. Most of them were young, and many of them had had a lot to drink by the time I got there at about 11 pm. The area in which most people had concentrated was served by just one pair of public toilets. When I arrived there was a line perhaps 30 women long outside the Ladies, so naturally I stayed to watch. The line moved at the rate of about two people per minute, and the average wait was about 15 minutes. Of course a number of the women, mostly aged around 20, were moderately desperate by the time they reached the middle of the line and several were evidently very desperate by the time they reached the end. I watched for about 30 minutes, enjoying the girls jiggling around, crossing their legs, and occasionally holding themselves - some trying to be discrete, others too desperate to make any attempt to hide it. I have witnessed quite a few such scenes before, and didn't really expect to see much more than a few near misses. After about 30 minutes, I noticed a girl of around 25 years old, wearing tight blue denim jeans and a short jacket. She wasn't quite as slim as I like, but quite pretty. She was about 15 people from the door when I first noticed her - crossing her thighs and squeezing them together while stooping forward as women do when they want to go badly. I noticed that she had opened the top button of her jeans, presumably to relieve the pressure, and one of her hands occasionally pressed her lower abdomen - she was clearly experiencing some urgency. At this point her boyfriend (presumably) came up to talk to her, and she deliberately exaggerated her pose, smiling bravely but evidently with some uncertainty. He drifted off and I watched her for a while. When she was about 6 people from the entrance, my attention was distracted for a few minutes by another girl farther back in the line. Then I saw the first woman walk past me, leaving the line and moving at some speed. I knew she couldn't have been in and out again in the time that had passed since I last saw her in line, so I assumed she had given up waiting. I looked at her back as she passed, thinking that I might see a wet patch. There was nothing there. I watched her turn around the back of the line of people and walk hurriedly off to find her boyfriend. I walked in the same direction, through the crowds of people waiting for midnight, and a few moments later I saw her just a few yards away, talking to her boyfriend with her back to me. I immediately noticed a wet streak on the right side of her bum, a few inches from the crack and a few inches above the crutch of her jeans. I was momentarily confused as the crotch itself appeared to be dry, until I realized that the wet patch must have just then appeared and had only soaked through the denim at the seam of her panties. I moved closer to her and watched, expecting to see the patch gradually widen as the piss soaked through the crutch of her panties into her jeans. She was talking to her boyfriend excitedly and gesticulating with both arms. Suddenly her arms flew down to her side, and instantly the inner thighs of both legs of her jeans were soaked almost down to her knees by what appeared to be several rapid jets of piss emerging in quick succession. As I watched, the wet stain spread quickly outwards and upwards, while new wet patches appeared well above her crutch and spread downwards. By this time the wet area of her jeans just above the crutch could be seen to be considerably darker than the rest, as the piss flowed over the surface and was absorbed by the denim above and below. Throughout she stood completely still. After perhaps 45 seconds, she moved her right leg tentatively and then made to walk forward. As she did so, she grabbed the arm of her boyfriend and steered him around to her side, so as not to allow him to see her back. Suddenly she started walking rapidly, taking the guy with her. As she walked, the wetness between her thighs was much more visible, and I saw that the inner legs of her jeans were soaked down to the knees, and her bum was soaked to about half way up to her waist. The overall appearance of the wet patch was now somewhat like a mushroom cloud, tapering down her legs. I followed and watched her walk rapidly away from the brightly-lit area near the toilets, and out into the road to get away from all the people. As she walked I saw her desperately looking into darker areas, presumably hoping to find somewhere she could be unobserved. At the same time, I saw the wet patch spreading still further, until after about 200 meters of walking almost the whole of her bum was soaked. Then she found another public toilet, well away from the people, and quickly disappeared inside. When she emerged she rejoined her boyfriend, and an argument followed in which she insisted that she wanted to go home and couldn't go back to where the people were. In the end they compromised and stayed - moving towards a dark area in which few people were standing. I watched her go, noticing that she kept trying to tug down the back of her short jacket to cover her bum, without success. At one point her boyfriend dropped behind her to look at her ass, and seemed rather surprised by what he saw.