First, when I had still been a child I only felt this pleasant little chill when I really had to go to the toilet. Of course, I didn't think about it back then, but in retrospect this might have been the beginning of all the joy peeing and most of all being desperate for a pee gives me.
By now, I'm 22 and living in Berlin where I moved for studying. I never told my boyfriend explicitly about my fantasies, but I'm quite sure he found out about it, at least to some extent. Sometimes, when we have sex in the morning, he shortly and inconspicuously presses his hand with some force onto my nearly bursting bladder, which almost immediately brings me over the edge. That's why I love having sex with a good amount of water in me, I'm sure the ladies know this feeling of a man's penis rubbing your aching bladder from the inside. it's incredible!
Until now, I was always able to control my bladder and never had an accident in bed, but the mere thought of loosing control is scaring me and turning me on and at the same time. I guess I just love the thrill of how he might react.
Unfortunately, he's not living in Berlin, too, so we only see each other on weekends.
When I'm driving home, I always make sure I have enough drinks with me, so that my bladder is already tickling quite a bit when he meets me at the train station. We still have to go 15 minutes by bus then and that's always the hardest time. We can both hardly stop ourselves from ripping each other's clothes off and when we're finally home, we don't waste another second but get naked and touch each other all over. but don't misunderstand, we don't really have sex right then, we just tease and arouse each other and see, who's the first to can't stand it any longer an virtually begs for relieve. I so love to ride him then.
The night that exceeded everything I had ever fantasized of in a lot of lonely but nonetheless quite hot and wet nights alone in my bed was at the end of the term. We were five girls going out clubbing and having fun. All the stress was over and before us lay two month of holidays.
We were going from club to club and I have to say that I really was beyond what you could call "tipsy". We were laughing, drinking and dancing. The music was great and although by then I was really desperate to pee I didn't want to miss a single song. I got carried away by the music again and forgot about my aching bladder for a moment. A man I had noticed some time before now began to grind his body into mine and as the vodka had made me quite flirty I danced with him. He had just pushed his knee between my legs when I felt a spurt of my hot piss escape my pussy and soak my skin-tight dark blue jeans. Panic rushed all through my brain but the second feeling was uncontrollably lust. He didn't seem to have noticed anything and so I decided to check, how wet my crotch had become. I slid my hands between my legs and looked him straight in the eyes. He took this as a very obvious invitation to increase his efforts, which by then and with another round of booze was alright with me. My crotch wasn't too wet, but my accident and the whole situation had made me that horny I felt I would come every moment now as he was rubbing his thigh between my legs. I couldn't believe it. I was drunk as hell, which already makes me hot, PLUS I was bursting for a pee PLUS this guy was pulling me towards him with his hands on my ass.
All hesitation just melt away, I leaned over to him, standing on my tiptoes, licked his ear lap, felt his bulge against my stomach and whispered into his ear that I was bursting and about to wet myself.
The moment I had said this I was shocked by myself and afraid, he would push me away, but he just groaned, pressed his hand between my thighs, felt the wetness and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were on fire! Ruggedly, he pulled me across the room and pushed me against a wall. With the wall behind my back and him in front of my I was caught. Oh my got, that was so incredibly exciting. He still hadn't spoken, he just pushed his leg between mine again, real high until I sat on his knee. By now he must have felt the wetness soak through his jeans. I was at the rim of eventually loosing control – here, in a club, with about two hundred people dancing just centimeters away from us. I closed my eyes, felt the vodka pulsate in my blood vessels, heard the music vibrate in my ears, smelled the other people around us and – oh my god – felt a hard push on my belly. I opened my eyes widely but it was too late. My hot piss was gushing out of me into my jeans, slowly running down my legs and splattering onto his groin. Big and bigger dark wet spots were forming on his light blue jeans and, best of all, on the huge bulge as he continued pressing his hand onto my bladder. I was carried away, this was to much for me. I just laid my hand onto my jeans-covered pussy, pressed and came the very second my hand reached the wet tissue and pressed onto my clit. I screamed out loud and would have fallen to the side if it wasn't for him grabbing me. When my piss subsided, we looked at each other and at the mess we had made on the wall and floor. Fortunately, the club was much too full so that nobody could have a look at our wet bottoms. We still hadn't spoken, but he lead my to the bar, ordered two cokes and two double vodkas. After finishing them I again felt the very strong need of going to the toilet and now I could see him wriggling uncomfortably in his seat, too. The wet patches cooling our skin and the added drinks were working on our bladders.
When we got up, intending to head back to the dance floor, I was too drunk to walk properly in my high heeled shoes, let alone dance. So he ordered a taxi to get us home – each to his or her place, as we assured each other: I was drunk and horny as hell, but I would never hurt the man I love more than anything else in the world. Which didn't mean, that we couldn't still have a lot of fun until our ways would separate, most probably for ever.
Neither of us had gone to the loos before we went outside to the cold night's wind and waited for the taxi to arrive. Every few seconds I could feel his body tense up and sometimes he even had to grab his crotch not to piss himself – not that it would have made any difference to his stained jeans - but it turned me on so much! When we saw the taxi arrive, he quickly pulled me before him, as on my dark jeans, it wasn't as obvious how wet they were. Luckily, the driver didn't notice anything, and we took our places in the back of the car. First, we were going to my place and we had a good 40 minutes drive before us. We both knew, what we were both up to, but it was him who took the first step to make it clear and to make it even more fun for both of us. He looked my in the eyes again and desperation and overwhelming lust was all I could see. He whispered "I cant hold it a second longer", than grabbed my already extended hand, pressed it on his semi hard cock and let go of his hot piss. The fear of the driver hearing the hiss was unbelievably turning me on and I pressed my hand deep onto his piss to muffle the sound and direct his golden nectar directly into the seat cushion. Feeling, seeing and hearing his piss running down my hand I couldn't hold my own load any longer. I gave him a telling look and he slid his right hand from my backside under my ass to my wet crotch just in time to feel and mute my starting stream. He pressed hard against my trousers thus muffling any splattering noises while my piss was flowing out and in quite a little arch to the sides of my jeans. I couldn't but sigh and the driver had a look into his rear mirror. Not being as drunk as me, my pissing companion, whose name I still didn't knew, laid his other hand on the front of my pussy, and so both covered my pissing arch and pretended I was sighing due to his rubbing me. The driver smiled and winked at us and turned the radio a bit louder. Puuh!
When we had both finished our long desperate piss, our clothes, hands and the seats were almost swimming away. We must have let loose of liters of piss and the thought of our naughty secret as well as his hand still on my crotch made me want to come so desperately, I took his hand and moved it over my jeans. He took the wink, rubbed and fingered me and within seconds, my body spasmed and my hand on his groin clenched. Realizing, I still hold his now rock hard dick in my hand, I just moved my hand up and down a few times looking him straight in the eyes until I saw his eyes looking quite absent and his mouth opening to a silent moan. than I felt his penis rock knew, that he had just felt the same way I had second before.
Shortly after, the taxi stopped in front of my dorm and we parted with just one more look and the memory of a shared pissing adventure.
Please everybody, write me here how you liked my story, it is the first I ever wrote about anything as private as my sexual likes and experiences.