I visited my local pub one Saturday afternoon last summer on my own. I knew all the locals and could always rely on someone to sit with and to have a good chat or game of cards. It was only a 20 minutes walk from where i lived so travel wasn't a problem.
I dressed in my pale lemon mini dress that always complemented my tanned, toned body and wore my white stiletto shoes. After ordering my pint of lager I sat down among friends that were already playing a good game of cards. I soon joined in and to my suprise found it was my lucky day, i was winning a decent amount of money.
After 3 pints i felt my bladder tweak and decided that after my next deal i would pay a much-needed visit to the ladies. I shuffled in my seat to make my bladder feel a bit more comfortable & crossed my thighs as i began to deal the cards. This particular game took around 5 minutes and i was suprised at how fast my bladder went from full to near bursting! The three pints had made their way to my bladder and were making their presence urgently felt.
Within a minute or so of playing my hand i found i had to keep wriggling in my seat & scissoring my thighs together ryhthmically in an effort to hold my pee until the game ended. At one point, a couple of minutes later i had to literally grab my crotch and give it a quick squeeze under the table, i was glad nobody could see what i was doing.
As soon as the game ended i jumped up & headed for the ladies, hoping there was nobody in there as i knew there was only one toliet. I was desperate now & needed to relieve myself very quickly. I opened the first door into the sink & mirror area & just as i put my hand on the toilet door I saw the sign saying it was out of order! In my panic I pushed the door to see if it was open but it was locked tight.
I grabbed my pussy through my dress in an effort to hold on and began doing an urgent pee-pee dance, hopping from foot to foot, bending forwards & circling myself round & round. My urge to pee was so intense that i found myself shoving my other hand up my dress & inside my white thong to give my pussy & slit a hard rub & massage.
What was i to do? There was no way i could go into the gents as i was the only lady in the pub that day & it would be too embarrasing to walk in there on my own.
After much thought i realised there were no other toilets nearby, no other pubs or shops that had a public loo to offer. The only thing for it would be to get home & use my own loo, but it was a full 20 minute walk from where i was now standing, and i was so desperately full & ready to spring a gusher!
I grabbed at my crotch with both hands, bent forward & swung my hips from side to side in an effort to gain control so that i could walk out of the loo & pub & make it all the way home. After a minute or so i felt in control again & after adjusting my mini dress I walked out of the loo area back into the bar. I bid my farewells to my friends telling them that i had to go & make an important phone call but that i might see them later, i didn't want any of the men to know the predicament i was in, it felt too humiliating!
I rushed out of the pub & into the warm sunny street. It was now 5pm, i had been in the pub just over two hours and was already making my way home. Damn that toliet for being out of order, it was spoiling my afternoon out!
Within a minute a bladder spasm hit me and i had to slow down, gripping my thighs together as i walked in mincing steps, slightly bent forward in an effort to release the pressure on my full bladder. I held my tummy as i walked and could feel the swelling of my bladder & pent up pee through my dress, i felt so tender & gave my tummy a light rub to try to encourage my bladder to stop the spasms. It helped, just a little.
Walking eased my situation and as i turned the corner into the next street, a long one, i saw two men ahead walking towards me in deep conversation. I kept on, going as fast as my bulging bladder would let me without spilling out down my tanned legs. I bit my lip & wiggled my hips as i walked, praying that i would make it home with dry panties.
A minute later, just as i got really close to the men walking towards me I felt another spasm as my bladder threatened to let go again. I longed to grab my pussy with my hand & give it a firm rub & massage to remind it that it couldn't let go yet, but i just couldn't as the two men were by now staring straight at me & whistling at my mini dress. I clenched my thighs tighter as i walked & swung my hips more pronounced to help ease my desperate pee-need but i still felt a rush of pent-up pee heading towards my urethral hole in an effort to gush out.
I HAD to have some pressure on my pussy & i needed it right now or i was going to have an accident right in front of these men who were by now immediately in front of me, winking & smiling as they prepared to pass me by.
There was little i could do except squat down quickly & sit on my heel, putting pressure on my pee-hole until i could hopefully regain control. The second the men passed me I did just that & as soon as my heel was placed firmly on my slit I began to rock back & forth, then side to side, alternating all the time from one mode to another in an effort to ease the sheer agony of my bursting bladder.
As i did this i pretended to be adjusting the strap on my shoe, just in case anyone happened to be watching me from the street or a house nearby.
I stayed in this squatting position for around two minutes, furiously rocking on my heel until i felt some relief and control again. I slowly lifted my pussy & paused, waiting to see if i dribbled at all but when i didn't i slowly straightened up and began to walk again. My bladder felt so full & heavy & i couldn't have rushed if i had wanted to. I concentrated hard on keeping my sphincter shut & squeezing my thighs together as i walked steadily up the street.
I got to the end of that long street & turned the corner into the next, a shorter one that was divided by a passage in the middle that led to the next street, the last before my own. I praised myself at getting this far with dry panties, it had been such an effort holding the three pints inside my pussy for so long.
About ten steps from the passageway my bladder went into spasm again, threatening to forcefully spurt out my pee from my urethra. Again i had to quickly squat & thrust my heel into my desperate pussy to stem the impeding flow. I rocked again as before & pretended to adjust my shoe strap in case anyone could see me from a window. I cursed myself at not being able to walk far since the last squat & heel rest & wondered if i would indeed make it home without thoroughly wetting myself in the street. I sucked in air through my teeth as another spasm hit & grabbed the top of my slit with my hand under my short dress. A quick look around convinced me nobody was in the street to see my plight and i prayed nobody was peering at me through a house window. Even if i had seen someone looking i couldn't have let go of my pussy now, i needed the extra rubbing at the top of my slit as well as the pressure of my heel below my hand this time.
'Aaahhhh that feels better,' I whispered to myself as i rubbed harder with my fingers, 'just hang on a few more minutes and then you can go pee for as long as you like, just hang on in there pee pee, oh god, just hang in there,' i ranted, almost silently to myself. I rubbed my slit harder & faster in an effort to ease the urgency of my pee-need, eventually finding i was getting a pleasurable sensation deep inside of my pelvis. I realised i was turning myself on and it felt so good to be turning the pain & urgency into a tickly pleasure! I sighed heavily as i continued to massage my slit in this squatting position & found i could stop rocking myself on my heel, my urge was decreasing once more & for that i was glad. A few seconds later i slowly let go of my pussy, gave a quick rub of it on my heel, just to be sure i was in control again & proceeded to ease myself up to a standing position.
Once upright I felt my bladder tweak again & stooped forwards a little as i began taking mincing short steps up the street towards the entrance of the passage. I kept my thighs pressed tightly together as i tried to walk. I had been lucky that time controlling the urge to pee but wasn't sure i could last through another attack before i got home. There was still a way to go before i reached my door and then i had to unlock it, climb the stairs, run across a large landing to get to the much-needed bathroom! I began to doubt lasting that long before i totally wet myself. I just hoped that if it happened nobody would be around to see me do it!
I turned into the long passage. Back yard gates were placed at even intervals on both sides, some wide open exposing bikes & swings etc in the back yards. I couldn't see anyone & wondered if i dare to just squat & pee right here, oh it would be such heaven to be able to relieve my achingly full bladder right now.
An overwhelming urge to let it all go hit me all of a sudden & i quickly grabbed my pussy with both hands and slowed my pace. I pressed as hard into my slit as i possibly could & found myself also doing a little pee pee dance on the spot. I just had to regain control until i found the comfort of my own toliet. I sucked in air once again & gritted my teeth. 'Oh my God i gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee real bad, oh god i need a wee wee in a minute, i can't keep it in i just gotta go for a wee wee, oh god help me, i gotta do a pee wee real bad, oh i gotta pee gotta wee gotta pee wee,' i chanted in an effort to help me gain control again.
Suddenly, to my horror a good looking man in his late twenties appeared from behind a high wooden gate & stared right at me! I realised he must have heard my rantings about my need to pee and come to have a look at who it was. There i stood, both hands grasping at my pussy underneath my yellow mini dress, dancing on the spot, face flushed as my stilletto heels alternated their tapping on the ground, desperately trying to keep my pee in my pussy like a little girl! I could do nothing except carry on what i was doing and i saw the look of dismay on his face turning into a bright smile. It was obvious my desperation was turning him on & he couldn't keep his eyes off my hands that were frantically grabbing & massaging my desperately full pussy.
I looked him in the eyes for a moment before his gaze once more was directed at my hands & feet. I began to rant and try to explain, although i knew he could tell the situation i was in, it was so blatantly obvious i was about to pee on myself!
'I need to pee, i'm desperate and i can't hold on any longer, i'm almost peeing myself, there were no loos in the pub and i drank 3 pints, i'm bursting, do you have anywhere i can pee quick before i lose it, i can't walk anymore, i gotta pee and real soon!' i gasped, massaging my pussy furiously & quickening my pee pee dance to show him how dire my situation was.
He looked up from my waist & met my gaze, still smiling & then gently spoke, 'I have a toilet you can use upstairs in my house, do you think you can make it there though?' He had a devillish grin as if he knew that it would be out of my reach & he would shortly see me pee all over myself, i was mortified, how on earth could i walk up his back yard, through his house & climb the stairs without peeing as i walked? I just couldn't regain control, i had waited far too long & the three pints of lager were just threatening to burst out my pussy lips the minute i started walking. It was taking all of my strength & will power to hold on, to keep my pee from cascading down my legs in a torrent!
'I can't move, i gotta pee so bad i won't make it, oh god it hurts so much trying to hold it, i gotta let it all go soon, please go back in so i can disgrace myself on my own,' i gasped as i rubbed my pussy harder & leant forward, legs crossed tightly at the top & rooted to the spot, my pee pee dance a thing of the past now, the only way i was holding on was by sheer effort & will power.
I felt a spurt escape my swollen urethra, hitting my thong pants & soaking them in warm pee, spreading the warm wetness to my bottom before trickling into my fingers.
I gasped, 'Oh my god noooo, i'm losing it, i'm peeing right now, oh god help me please, i can't move and i can't hold it any longer, it hurts so bad, oh god i gotta do a wee wee somewhere & quick!' Tears rolled down my cheeks as i frantically forced my fingers into my slit, clasping my pee-hole shut with my forefinger & thumb & stopping the flow at last. There was no way that i could move an inch now without flooding everywhere, i was helplessly about to pee a gusher right in front of this bloke's eyes.
Suddenly & without any warning he lurched towards me, put an arm around my waist, the other behind my knees & gently but swiftly scooped me up against him. I held onto my sphincter as tightly as i could whilst gripping my pee hole firmly shut with my fingers, i was scared stiff now because if i lost control in this position I would pee a gusher all over him.
'Come with me, i will carry you up to my toilet and help you to relieve yourself, it's obvious you've tried really hard to stop from pissing on yourself, you ready?' he asked gently, in a sexy husky voice.
It was all i could do to nod in agreement, i was desperately willing my bladder to hold on just a couple of more minutes, concentrating harder on keeping my sphincter firmly closed, pressing tightly on my pee hole & crossing my thighs tight together whilst he carried me in his arms up the back yard towards his open back door. 'Hang on in there baby, you're almost there now,' he whispered tenderly as we entered the large kitchen through the back door. I desperately tried to hang on like he said, hoping against hope that he would get me to that toilet in the nick of time.
Off the kitchen was a long living room and at the end i could see an open door that obviously led to a hallway & the stairs to the much needed bathroom. I gripped my pee-hole with all of my might and squeezed my thighs tighter together, legs still crossed as he rushed me towards the open door & into the hall.
'Nearly there now darling, just keep it in your pussy another minute and you can let it all go, here's the stairs ok?' he said, pausing at the bottom as if to gain the strength to carry me up there.
Suddenly i felt him shuffle me up nearer to his chest in an obvious effort to get a better grip of me before climbing the steep staircase. As he did so i felt a spurt of pee escape my urethra, hitting my fingers as i tried in vain to clamp it back shut. 'Ooooooh it's coming out, i can't stop it, please don't move yet, i'm doing it through my fingers and i can't stop the flow, oh my god i'm weeing on you now, put me down quick, i'm weeing fast and it won't stop' i cried, shuffling & wriggling in his arms in an effort to stop the flow and to get free from his tight hold.
Taking no notice of my plight & begging he once again shuffled me up tighter to his chest & began to climb the stairs, quickening the pace with every step as i tried in vain to stem the flood that was now gushing in spurts from my pussy lips into my hands. My pee cascaded through my fingers, hissing out furiously & spilling down his crisp white tee-shirt, soaking his waist as he continued to run to the top of the stairs. I was crying, begging him to put me down so as not to disgrace him as well as myself, but despite my pleading and my tears he rushed on along the top landing, kicked open a door & rushed into a large bathroom.
'Hurry up, i can't stop it, i'm peeing on you, put me down, i can't keep it in my pussy anymore, ooooh nooo, its gushing out now, i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry,' i wailed, struggling & writhing in his arms in a futile attempt to stop the pee flow, though if i admitted it it felt so good to be spurting out at last. The pain was still in my bladder & it tweaked & spasmed as it let go, i was so full and i knew that i had only just started to empty my bladder despite the gushing for the last 20 or so seconds. But it felt such a relief despite the embarrassment to be letting go the first of the equivalent of my three pints down the front of this gorgeous man!
He carried me to the front of the toilet where i expected him to just plonk me down, sit me on the seat & let me continue to flood my panties into the bowl. I carried on writhing in a last ditch effort to slow down the flow & prevent wetting him more than was necessary, still clutching furtively at my urethra & trying to catch my pee in my hands, feeling it running copiously around my thighs & bottom & knowing it was settling & soaking his tee shirt. There was so much more to come out & i desperately needed to be seated on that toilet, stop my wriggling & fingering & just let it all pour out into the crisp white clean bowl. 'Hurry, put me down, i'm soaking you,' i gasped as i tried to break free from his strong arms.
To my amazement, instead of settling my gushing pussy over the toilet he turned around, his back facing the toilet & proceeded to sit on it himself, me still wriggling frantically in his arms as he did so. 'What you doing? I'm pissing all over you, i can't stop, get off the toilet quick, i gotta get on it, i don't understand,' i screamed.
He sat on the toilet seat, in his dark blue jeans & white tee shirt, fully clothed but pretty wet with my pee juices that had spurted down the front of him. He opened his legs & sat me on his knee, turning me to face away from him, my back leaning against his chest, my legs forced wide open now over his own, still peeing furiously from my pussy beneath my hands, then hitching me up by the waist he shuffled my spurting pussy until it rested over his bulging groin. Then he sat me down, pulling my hands away from my pussy and letting my now free slit spill out onto the crotch area of his jeans.
There was nothing i could do to stop from peeing all over him now, his arms were around my waist stopping me from getting off his knee & his hands grasped mine to stop me clutching at my tortured pee-hole. My bladder was free to go at last and began hissing my hot pee furiously into his groin before spilling into the bowl with a loud splashing and gush.
Despite my embarrassment i began to relax, it felt so good to be able to pee at last, to just lean back against his chest, rest my head against his face, feel my bladder tweaking & not have to defy it as it pulsated over & over in an attempt to free itself of my pent-up pee.
I sighed loudly, 'Aaahh at last, that feels so good, god i needed this so bad, ahhh thats better but theres loads more, i feel like i won't stop now, ahhhh the relief, thank you, thank you for letting me pee, it feels so nice to finally pee,' i chanted, to myself as much as to him.
He kissed me tenderly on the back of my neck, 'Thank you baby, that feels so good, your warm piss running down my groin, ahhh my cocks rock hard, and its soaking now with your piss, don't stop yet, this is soooo sexy,' he whispered as i continued to flood his jeans.
A full minute later my gusher slowed to a steady stream, then a slow trickle, then it finally stopped. My bladder spasmed again, as if to be sure there was no more pee left inside. I rocked my pussy on his knee, trying to force some more out, i had held it that long that it still felt like i needed to pee some more. I pushed & pushed, but just dribbled a little into my sodden thong.
'It still hurts a bit, i held too much in for far too long,' i whined, turning to face him.
He placed one of his hands on my distended tummy & gently rubbed it, as if trying to ease my discomfort for me.`
'Thank you, and i'm really sorry i wet you like this, i just couldn't hold it any longer,' I whispered.
'I know baby, its ok, i've always dreamed of this, a woman so desperate she pisses all over me on the toliet, and you've almost fulfilled my fantasy today' he told me gently, pushing his hard cock into my bottom through his soggy jeans.
'Almost fulfilled your fantasy?' i questioned, seeing him smile, 'What else is part of it then?'
'Lying you on my bed now & making mad passionate love to you, licking the piss from your pussy first & cleaning you up, smelling that sweet scent of your pee as i enter you & fill you deeply with my shaft.' he teased.
'What are we waiting for then?' i giggled, i could do with some attention to my pussy right now, it still doesn't feel too happy, it hurts and i want you to make it all better,'
He scooped me back into his arms, slowly stood up & carried me across the landing to his bedroom.
To be continued.....