I've booked my ticket and am ready to go. It’s time to have a sexual adventure of my own. It will be nice to have an erotic story to write of my own... one day. Who knows I might actually learn something from this trip. I woke up as the plane was landing. I had been dreaming of hot women topless on the beach in the mid day sun. It has made me hard and quite hot under the collar. Maybe it was just the heat but I could already feel myself becoming more sexually charged. It was quite the opposite. .....“Look at those earrings, and from the smile on her face and those tears I bet it's not the only jewellery she was given tonight !", ............................“It looks like somebody proposed, and if her smile and those tears are anything to go by, she said a big YES !”. Gina heard most of this and she inhaled sharply, looking at me for comfort. I held her hand, until she smiled and nodded her head slowly. She was happy for me to let the world know. Gina sat down at our old table and. I saw that there was a trickle of pee running from the bottom of her trousers soaking her tights and running into her shoes. She continued to try and hold it with her hand but to no avail. She sunk to her knees in despair and humiliation of having pissed herself in front of me. She began to cry and wailed I’m a stupid old woman it’s a wonder anyone will ever want me again I’m fat and useless I can’t even stop myself peeing myself. I hate my body and I hate me, you must hate me to. I felt. And watching Rina walk away from her door made her tremble with sadness, even desolation. Rina, going away. Brandi, gone. She cried off and on the rest of the day.But by Monday morning, she had resigned herself to it. Dry- eyed, but edgy and gnawed with a sense of loss, she returned to work. When Karen came by her office at mid-morning, she found herself stirring with physical desire again. She hadn't seen Karen for weeks. She was my first, after all, she thought. I was her first, too. And god,.