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  1. Sonali, my ex, had the largest bladder I've ever known. Well, this was the experience with her that really put it to the test. I've tried to make her hold her pee for me many times, but she's never come close to being really desperate. If you've ever been for an ultrasound you'll know how it works. The doctors tell you to drink as much water as you can prior to the appointment and then to come to the office. What they don't tell you is that the amount of urine your body can comfortably hold, is not enough to carry out the ultrasound. Because of this, the doctor, in this case a 27 year old Mallu aunty called Sweety, makes the person taking the ultrasound wait in the lounge for as long as possible before finally seeing them so that their bladder is sufficiently full. Anyway, this time, I was sitting in the waiting room with a full-bladdered Sonali. Sonali kept mentioning on and off how badly she needed to pee but it was in a joking manner. It wasn't serious or even urgent (as it was that time after the train ride). She just kept joking about it in good humor. After 45 minutes of sitting in that waiting room though, Sonali's patience and bladder control began to waver. She no longer joked light heartedly; rather, she crossed her legs tightly and rocked back and forth. She bit her lower lip with a determination that I'd only seen her use before for math homework. She was really in a tight fix. Sonali's tight jeans clad her bouncing legs albeit barely. I could see the urgency written on her face. At that moment, Sweety (The Mallu Doctor) appeared at the door to the room clad in her pink uniform. "Sonali Kumar?", She called out. Sonali jumped to her feet and walked/ ran towards the clinic room. As I was there with her, they allowed me inside (although Sweety was very reluctant). As soon as we entered, Sonali lay down on the cushioned (and waterproof) reclining chair that was customary of gynecologists. Sweety promptly made her open her tightly crossed legs, and unbuttoned her jeans. Sweety slid Sonali's jeans down to her upper thighs, exposing Sonali's hairy pubic region to the cold AC air of the clinic. As Sonali's 'region' was obstructed by hair, Sweety had to quickly shave it away before the ultrasound could be taken. These 30 seconds were torture for Sonali, who tensed her bladder with all her might and bit her lip so hard it turned white. As soon as the ultrasound was done, Sweety zipped up Sonali's jeans, told her she'd send the results soon, and showed her the door. Sonali dashed through the door, expecting a quiet clean and solitary bathroom where she could peacefully void the contents of her aching bladder. Alas, that wasn't so. The door Sweety had pointed to led to a common bathroom, just like the ladies bathrooms that you see in multiplexes. Apparently, the hospitals had multiple Ultrasound clinics operating but only one bathroom. As you might think to yourself, this is obviously a recipe for a soaking wet disaster. The bathroom was crammed to bursting with desperate women, jiggling back and forth from foot to foot. The sounds of gushing relief from the women that had reached the few cubicles made the long wait even more unbearable. After less than a minute Sonali decided she couldn't wait and told me to get in the car and drive home. The car ride was the most desperate car ride of Sonali's life. She sad next to me in the rider's seat frantically shaking in every concievable manner. Just by looking at her, I knew she wouldn't make it home. Sure enough, the moment we reached a stretch of the road with a foresty patch to the side, Sonali shouted at me to stop. Not wanting to test the waterproof-ness of my seats, I hastily stopped the car by the roadside. Sonali jumped out of the car and ran to the furthest edge of the shrubbery. She ran up until she reached a small wooden fence that demarcated the limits for someone else's property. In the blink of an eye, Sonali's pants and panties had been torn down and she was squatting neatly in front of the fence. As her ass faced the fence, a loud and spluttering stream of pee gushed out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs and soaked the parched ground below. Sonali's piss covered the ground. She remained hunched in that position for nearly another 5 minutes as her bladder emptied itself in a hissing torrent. When she finally got up, she was sweating with exertion. As we drove back home she told me that that was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most satisfying piss of her life.
  2. So, this happened about a year back with a friend of mine called Ankita. Ankita lived in Chennai and was from a very well off family. Anyway, on Easter, her aunt invited her to a mass at Santhome Cathedral. Santhome Cathedral is a very old Catholic church. Ankita is anything but religious, but she is very interested in history, so she said yes. She invited me along to the church with her as well and I came along gladly. We arrived at the church by 4:00 in the evening, only to find that the mass didn't begin till 5:00! We wandered around joblessly until Ankita's aunt offered to but us juice. In the stifling Chennai heat we both eagerly agreed. By the time the Church service began, Ankita was wiggling her legs and looked uncomfortable beneath her sari. She was sweating and shaking her legs a lot. Her aunt gave her a chiding slap on her right knee and told her to sit still. Ankita bit her lip and trembled. She was trying very hard not to move but eventually her bladder won the battle and she was forced to resume rocking back and forth. Her face told me that she was in real trouble. Less than half an hour into the service, Ankita couldn't hold it anymore. She raised her pinky to her aunt and bolted out of the church. I told her aunt that I'd see if she was okay and followed her suit. No sooner had I left the church, than I saw her banging frantically on the door of the outhouse behind the church. I approached her. "Ankita,. Are you.... Are you Okay?" Ankita looked at me tearfully while still trembling and yanking the door handle and shook her head, "No.. No.... I.. I'm not." At that exact moment Ankita looked down at the dusty Chennai dirt beneath her. Following her eyes I looked down too. At first I could see nothing, but then a rivulet of flowing liquid appeared running down her ankle onto the dirt. The rivulet turned into a torrent, drenching the dusty dirt beneath it, turning it into a dark brown mud. Ankita stood there, helpless, as she voided her bladder into her Sari and onto the sands of Chennai. It was the most rain Chennai had gotten in years.
  3. Anyone else into male wetting?

    Are any of you fans of pictures of guys sitting on the toilet?
  4. Fatima's Anguish

    This was awesome! Are you planning to continue it?
  5. Hi there everyone! Today I'll be taking any requests that you might have for a male desperation video. I'm not sure if this is the correct forum to post it in; please tell me if it's not. I'll remove it. Anyway, if you want a particular male desperation video, just tell me the details of what you want (from what I should wear, to how long it should be, to how I finally go), and let me know. I'll only be doing this for today, so please let me know at the earliest :) Nothing is off limits :)
  6. female Helping her use the bathroom (Indian)

    Surprisingly things weren't that awkward afterwards. I was super embarrassed and was convinced that she'd avoid me in the future, but nothing like that happened. For some reason she felt as if she was the one who should be embarrassed by the incident. As such she studiously went to great lengths to avoid ever bringing up the topic again. However, she acted as f nothing happened and till today we keep in touch :)
  7. A friend of mine called Preeti used to stay in the flat opposite me back in college. She was from South India and was very quiet and wore jasmine flowers in her hair and all. However, she didn't stay with her family or even with her relatives. Instead, she stayed with another girl from my class called Deeksha. When holidays started Deeksha returned to her home in Rajasthan. Preeti however, stayed for some reason. As I had an internship, I also stayed in the city. One day, just after returning from work, I spotted Preeti limping home towards the house. I rushed towards her and gave her my arm for support. As I helped her walk towards the house, I asked her what happened. She told me that she had been in a small bike accident on the main road. Luckily for her, the crash happened just in front of a small hospital. The hospital had bandaged her up nicely and told her not to tamper with the bandages for two days. I led Preeti up to my house and sat her down in the living room. I gave her tea and inspected her injuries. Her arms were hurt and the bandages were around her elbows, she couldn't bend them. After the tea Preeti looked uncomfortable. She asked me to take her back to her house. I tried, but she couldn't find the keys. After much searching and pain ,she agreed to stay in my house. I sat her down again and asked why she was so eager to leave. She told me that it was because she needed to use the bathroom very badly. I was shocked. I told her that she need'nt be embaressed ,and that she could use the bathroom here. She smiled painfully and shyly, and looked at the floor. "It's not that...." she muttered, "I c...can't bend my arms....... I'd have to be entirely naked to manage it." "What?" ,I gaped, not believing what I was hearing, "Why? That doesn't make sense!" Preeti shook her head knowlegdably, "It is. If I try going while not naked, I won't be able to pull my salwar down, and I'll....I'll... Soil it..." I was stunned. "Do you want me to help?", I asked. Preeti looked shocked. "No! No! What are you suggesting!?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Preeti. She wiggled her legs in desperation and sighed, exhaling in defeat. "Aww well...", she said, at her wits end, "I can't see any other way. Could you take me to the bathroom and ... help me?" I almost gasped. My dick throbbed under my jeans and I began to get wet. I helped Preeti to her feet and took her to my Western style loo. The moment the toilet came into sight, Preeti became much more desperate. She hobbled faster and I was forced to keep pace. When we were a step away from it she almost shouted, "DOWN DOWN! Take them DOWN! Now!! My Salwar!! Take it off!!!" I fumbled around down there. I lifted up her dark green kurti and held it up with one hand. I frantically tried to untie the Salwar knot with only my one free remaining hand as Preeti squirmed underneath my touch. In the crotch of her pale yellow Salwar, I noticed a damp spot. I moved one hand slightly closer as Preeti squirmed some more. Finally, I untied the knot. The air was thick with the smell of Preeti, her perfume, her sweat, and her groin. As Preeti salwar collapsed to the floor, Preeti pushed me back. As I stumbled to keep my balance, Preeti took a step backwards and plopped herself desperately onto the toilet seat, seemingly unaware that a bit of her kurti from the back had come between her butt and the seat and was now dangling precariously in the bowl. I though to mention it to her but then I heard the sound. A loud serpentine hiss of piss being violently and forcefully ejected from the bladder and being sprayed onto the sides of the porcelein bowl. The stream smashed against the side and trickled down into the water. Preeti moaned orgasmically as her bladder emptied itself. She sat there, seemingly unaware or unconcerned that I was watching here piss and was merely 2 strokes away from shooting my load inside my jeans; she just sat there peeing until she was drained. After the last drop of her bladder's contents had made it into the toilet bowl, she looked at me. I offered to wipe her and she initially refused, clamping her legs shut in indignation. However, after a long and gory discussion on all things UTI ,she agreed. I reached for a drop of toilet paper and she gingerly spread her legs. I gulped, wrapped the flimsy piece of toilet paper around my hand and bent forward to wipe the dripping hairy mauve patch nestled between her thighs. As I came forward, my head was on level with Preeti's knees. My groin made contact with the cold porcelein of the toilet bowl. As I wiped between her legs, the warmness and wetness soaked through the thin piece of absorbable paper and dampened my hand. My throbbing dick pressed once more against the hard porcelein of the toilet, and ejaculated uncontrollably. As I filled my underwear with creamy gooeiness, I gasped and doubled over. Preeti laughed at me. She stood up, her pubes on full display; a neat triangle of curly tamilian pubic hair, and said, "If you're done jizzing in your pants, can you pull mine up?" THE END
  8. rare (for me) accidental wetting

    That was really great kumari! :)
  9. Life in Delhi

    Amazing story! Please do share more :)
  10. Warning: Contains pooping... Just a warning Akansha’s alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning. She moaned groggily, and turned on her side, rolling herself into a sitting position. No sooner did she pick up her phone and check the messages, than she saw that Karthik and Radhika were already at the lake waiting for her. And Rebecca was on her way! Shit!! In a frenzy, Akansha jumped out of bed. She switched on the light, threw on a pair of jeans over the panties she’d slept in, tossed a T-shirt over her head and dashed out of the door. This lake plan had been made almost a week in advance. Not far from their houses was a beautiful large and for the most part uninhabited lake. The plan was to go there incredibly early in the morning ,have a refreshing walk, a soothing joint, and watch the sunrise in all its glory. Akansha left the house, boarded an early-morning bus, and checked her watch again. Fuck! It was already 5:30. In the distant expanses of the sky she could see the first rays of sunrise beginning to illuminate the horizon. She sat quietly, put her headphones into her ears and hoped the bus would reach there soon. ______________ Meanwhile, over at the lake, Karthik and his girlfriend Radhika had already reached the bus stop and were no trekking the 2 km hike over a set of hills that led to the lake. “What is this yaar!!” , Radhika whined as she plodded up along the winding dirt track. “This is soooo faaaarr…” Karthik looked back, amusement and irritation plastered in equal arts on his face. “Come on now”, he implored, “The worst is done….we’re almost there..” Radhika whined something or the other but Karthik was too far ahead to make sense of any of it. However, he quite clearly heard her whine the word bladder. Karthik dismissed it with a casual shrug of his shoulders and kept walking. Finally, after another 5 minutes of trekking, Karthik and Radhika finally crossed the final ridge. The full lake, shining magnificently blue was clearly visible. It was dazzling in the orange reflection of the sky. Karthik stood abreast the ridge, his tall muscular frame silhouetted by the rising sun: he looked magnificent. Radhika stumbled her way up, panting and gasping for breath. Panting and covered in sweat, Radhika implored, “Please… Let’s just sit down for a bit.” Karthik replied, “But we’re only 10 minutes away from the lake. We’re almost there, don’t you want to make it?” Radhika nodded ,still panting, “But just sit here for a minute or two no? Let me catch my breath?” Karthik realized he couldn’t convince her otherwise and sat next to her. Karthik was too busy staring at the beautiful lake that he failed to notice Radhika’s writhing legs or her clenched fist. He failed to notice the swelling lake in Radhika. ________________________ Rebecca’s morning had started very badly. At 4:30 this morning, while the lights were still off and the sun was sleeping, Rebecca had been awoken by a cramp in her stomach. She was forced to jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom, tearing down her boxer shorts to plop herself down on the cold porcelain lid of the toilet just as a wave of spluttering liquid excrement spewed out of her and into the polished basin. Rebecca groaned and clutched her stomach. It must have been that Golgappa that she’d eaten last night! Why, Why the fuck had she eaten that Golgappa!? And so, the next hour was spent like this. For small intervals of time Rebecca had felt better. She would clean herself up, pull her boxer shorts up and stumble back into her bed. However, Mere minutes later she’d be woken by a resurgence of the same cramps and be forced to dash into the bathroom once more, starting the cycle all over. By 5:30 however, Rebecca was feeling considerably better. She’d been in bed for almost half an hour, and the nausea and cramps were gone: it seemed, for good. She rose to the beeping of her alarm and deemed herself fit enough to make the journey to the lake. She rose groggily and wiggled her way into a pair of skin tight blue denim Levi jeans. She managed to pull them up to her upper thighs, but no higher; her striped purple panties obstructed her. Rebecca wriggle out of her jeans, took off her panties (throwing them behind the door), and pulled her jeans back up, completely naked underneath. She zipped them tight, fastened the button and took off in a taxi towards the lake. Meanwhile, Karthik and Radhika sat utterly motionless on the ridge, staring out at the morning sunrise. Karthik moved closer and put his arm around Radhika. He noticed that she was tense and wiggling, but he paid it no heed. Instead he drew her in closer, and closer, and kissed her on the lips. Radhika had been badly in need of a pee for quite some time now, but she wasn’t quite sure how to bring this up to her boyfriend Karthik. They’d been dating for only about a month and she was still afraid that something as ‘taboo’ as this may be deemed ‘gross’ by Karthik… and that would be incredibly embarrassing. Rather, she had chosen to remain quiet. As Karthik pulled her into his gaze and planted his lips on hers, she was overcome by his kiss. Oh his kiss! It robbed her of reality and all of her mundane concerns. All she could feel was his lips against her, gently massaging her and easing her as his hand pulsated between her legs. She couldn’t escape it! There was nothing she could bring herself to do or say that would cause him to let go of her as his body slowly weaved against hers. Karthik slipped his hand down the front of Radhika’s loose elastic sport shorts and deftly made its way into her panties. Karthik discovered a creamy gooey paradise. With the skill of a neurosurgeon and the knowledge of a gynaecologist, Karthik located the clit and began to weave wave after wave of pleasure onto it. Radhika was tight of breath. She could feel him rubbing her most private of privates, her holy of holies. And she loved it. Despite the throbbing warnings from her bladder, Radhika just couldn’t stop him. As he pulled down her shorts and lay her down on the crunching grass, she couldn’t, or rather didn’t want to stop him. Karthik laid down next to her and guided her to come on top of him. Radhika noticed that her pants were down, bundled near his feet, and his large throbbing manhood glowed in the morning light, highlighted by the thick clump of hair that adorned its base. Karthik guided her into a squat over him, his soaking genitals mere inches from hers. Karthik looked at her and she felt her bladder throb once more. Karthik let go of Radhika and almost instinctively, she began to lower herself onto him. As his large hard penis brushed the dripping space between her thighs, she was racked with excruciating waves of mind blowing pleasure. She eased herself down slowly as his strong pulsating dick rose inside of her. Radhika threw her head back in ecstacy. Karthik was a part of her! She felt her heart throb with joy and her woman-parts throb with pleasure. All of a sudden her bladder throbbed in revolt. Radhika’s eyes widened in shock as a small spurt of urine shot out of her and splattered Karthik’s shirt. Radhika was mortified. Luckily Karthik was too enraptured in pleasure, his eyes closed and his fists clenched, to notice. Radhika felt her bladder rearing up again and she knew that she had to get off, now! She needed to pee too bad! She just couldn’t control it. “Karthik…”, she moaned, her voice no louder than a whisper, “Karthik… I … I really need to pee…. I just cant….control it…” Karthik was seconds away from shooting his load. As Radhika was speaking he felt his orgasm rising up in his dick. He was cumming! Subsequently, when Radhika tried to extricate herself from him, so she could run into the bushes and pee, he pulled her back down onto him. This was the last straw for Radhika’s bladder. Her urethra tensed once or twice, as she tried to hold back the dam, but there was never any chance. Her bladder had been neglected for too long. With an agonized cry, the contents of Radhika’s bladder squirted out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs, splattering violently onto Karthik’s stomach as he ejaculated all over her. As Karthik finished cumming, Radhika rolled over him, piss still gushing out of her, and squatted mere feet from Karthik. Her yellow piss pattered furiously into the muddy ground beneath her, leaving puddles. _______________________________________________________ Akansha had reached the foot of the hill at the same time Rebecca had. Rebecca was halfway up the hill, Akansha by her side, when a rumble in her stomach reminded her of the Golgappa, and shattered her fragile belief that her diarrhoea dangers were done. Rebecca felt her bowels tense angrily and she knew from the experience this morning, that such an urge could not be overcome, merely delayed, and that too for a minute max. Rebecca turned to Akansha and asked awkwardly, “Hey, do you think you could just wait a minute…. I just.. .really need to use..use the bathroom.”, her cheeks blushed red. Akansha awkwardly nodded her head and Rebecca ran behind the bushes. She frantically unbuttoned her jeans, tore them down and fell into a squat as diarrhoea erupted from her shapely backside. She hugged her knees and breathed deeply as she covered the forest floor in her liquid shit. Akansha awkwardly remained standing on the dirt path nearby as Rebecca’s bowels loudly evacuated themselves onto the forest floor. A minute or so of awkward squatting ensued for Rebecca as she finished up and was forced to search for some fresh leaves with which to ‘clean up’. Soon enough a triumphant Rebecca emerged from the bushes. However, Akansha was far less impressed. As Rebecca had been hunched up behind the bushes, Akansha (my girlfriend at the time) had been texting me. Akansha: Hey Me: Hey! What’s up? Akansha: Nothing much, came on this stupid trip to the lake. You know, that far off one in Mahlapur? Me: Yeah. That’s really far! How come you went all the way there? I know how lazy you are. There’s no way you’d travel that far unless it was for a really good reason. So? What is it? Akansha: Well, Rebecca came for one. I’ve been dying to meet her, it’s been ages. Me: Oh! That’s great! Say hi to her from me too if you can? Have you met her yet? What are they doing now? Akansha: Ummm well, Rebecca’s freshening up right now… I’m not too sure about Radhika. Me: Freshening up? What does that mean? Aren’t you guys at a lake? Akansha: Yeah but…. You know….. stuff Me: Hmmm… I get it.. Akansha: Do you? Do you really?? Me: I think I do Akansha: Tell me then. Me: Ummm… Is she pissing behind a bush or something? :P Akansha: Oh My God! :P How did you guess that :P Close enough :P XD Me: “Close”. Oh my God! Don’t tell me!! Is she….?? Akansha: Yep. Been feeling sick since morning it seems. Me: Damn… Well. How are you feeling? Akansha: Okay yaar. Just need to pee a little bit. Me: Hmm….. Will you be okay? Akansha: Yeah Yeah! You know me! When have I ever not been okay? Me: Hyderabad, for one. Akansha: Oh come on! That’s not fair, apart from that? Me: None really come to mind. Well then, hope it all goes well :P Akansha: It will, see you soon. The lake after that was essentially uneventful. Akansha’s bladder, merely uncomfortable when she chatted with me, grew worse and fuller as the day progressed. As the day wore on, she began to be desperate enough to consider looking for alternated sources of relief (mainly squatting behind a particularly lush bush). However, as Akansha’s luck would have it, the group spotted a porta-potty in the distance. Radhika’s urge had been satisfied after that embarrassing post-coital piss in front of Karthik, but Rebecca’s stomach was still plaguing her. Both Rebecca and Akansha set off for the bathroom in the distance. As they approached, Akansha couldn’t help but notice the look of acute distress on Rebecca’s face. Rebecca was sweating and waddling like a duck; it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Regardless of how much Akansha liked Rebecca, Akansha wasn’t about to give up her bathroom for anyone! Akansha sprinted ahead of Rebecca, entered the porta-potty and slammed the door, bolting it firmly and beginning to remove her jeans. It was only at this point that she noticed the toilet was an Indian-style one. Akansha has a great aversion towards Indian-style loos and finds them disgusting. On this occasion however, Akansha tore her jeans down with her panties till her calves, and squatted closely over the toilet as she released the contents of her strained bladder. Upon completing her piss, Akansha pulled up her pants and left the stall, expecting to find a very desperate Rebecca. To her surprise however, Rebecca was gone. Vanished. Suddenly Akansha heard a loud splatter of semi-liquid on dried leaves followed by a spluttering fart. Akansha laughed thinking of Rebecca. The girl had shit once in the forests already today; why not a second time?
  11. First Story - Real Experience

    I think my best sighting happened in a small clearing near Madiwala. My college Sevasadan is just a minute from there and as such, after school, a lot of students go there to smoke. On a related note, when my college ends at 4 in the afternoon, the campus shuts down. Owing to some cases of vandalism in the past, the premises are closed as soon as college finishes. The bathrooms are bolted 5 minutes after the final ring of the bell. Anyways, there was this girl called Malvika in my class. Nothing interesting about her, she was good looking, very normal, very quiet. In fact I don't think I'd ever seen her talk in all the time she'd been in my class. On this particular day, she was in bright yellow tights with a black Kurta top. It was the last hour of the day and midway through the class, Malvika put her hand up, and requested to be allowed to visit the bathroom. The teacher was in the middle of a particularly nasty tirade and shouted her back into her seat. From that point I turned and began to look closely at her, searching for any hidden signs of desperation. As soon as the bell rang, Malvika got up and left the classroom composedly, not in any particularly hurry, and walked towards the bathrooms. I, thinking my sightings for the day were over, bought a smoke from downstairs and headed to the clearing in Madiwala. The clearing was predominantly used for garbage dumping. TV's and old abandoned cars littered the dusty ground. I stood behind the carcass of an old white Maruthi Omni van and lit up my smoke. Barely 30 seconds into my smoke I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly hid myself behind the omni, lest someon see me smoking. I could hear the tell tale desperate pitter patter of feet on the other side. I peeked through the window and saw a desperate Malvika, hopping from one foot to the other, and frantically scouring the field for anyone. Finding no one, I could see her hold her kurta under her chin as bouncing, she pulled down her tights. Immediately I could hear a loud splashing noise. I peeked under the vehicle and had a perfect view of her nice brown ass, and the forceful golden stream that arched from it. I waited for her to finish and run away. I then stood up and finished my smoke :P
  12. First Story - Real Experience

    The incident took place back on Sunday and involves a young girl called Radhika from my work place. Radhika is a young thin dark girl from Madhya Pradesh and she works on the same floor as me. I talked to her the first time just over a week ago as we were both down on the main road trying to flag autos. As the autos pulled over, she told them where it was that she wanted to go. I learnt that she lives in a flat of buildings directly opposite my own! Needless to say, I was overjoyed, as I do find her quite attractive. Ever since that day, for the last week, Radhika and I have been sharing autos back to our house. This fateful Sunday however, something happened that would change everything. Radhika told me that her older sister would be coming as she was visiting the city today. Radhika told me her older sister was called Ranvi and warned me that she was very conservative. I stood at the base of the office with Radhika at 6 waiting for her sister. 6:30 rolled around as did 7:00 as both of us stood outside like idiots. At 7:00, Rahika was fidgeting slightly and pulled out her phone. She called her sister but to no avail. She then pointed in the direction of the building (probably the bathrooms) and told me ‘she had to make a small call but she’d be right back.’ As Radhika was heading towards the bathroom, her sister pulled up in her driver-driven Ford. She smiled, apologised for being late, and beckoned us to enter. Radhika gave one last longing glance to the bathroom in the distance and entered the car with me. The car sped off onto the noisy highway and we closed our windows. Ranvi was incredibly talkative; unusually so. She talked and talked and talked about all manner of all things under the sun. Radhika and I sat side by side in the back and Ranvi was comfortably seated in the rider’s seat. Radhika began to feel more and more uncomfortable as we sped down stretches of cracked, bumpy and broken road. The little pouch of liquid in her abdomen was filled to bursting point and she was beginning to worry about her plight. “So Raadhika!”, Ranvi said animatedly, “How have you been lately?” “Umm…. Good.”, Radhika replied unconvincingly. A conversational lull swept over the car and there was utter silence, none of us wanting to have to be the one to break it. In the midst of all this sat Radhika, not caring a bit about the course of the conversation. She just wanted a bathroom! “Ummm….Ranvi”, Radhika whispered, leaning forward, “Do you think we could pull over at a restaurant or something for a moment…. I just need to use the washroom.” From where I was sitting I focused all my effort on listening to Radhika’s whispers and I understood them. She needed to use the bathroom! Badly that too! I felt my cock stiffen and press against the tight fabric of my jeans as I continued to listen silently. Ranvi didn’t look bothered in the least. “Sure didi”, she said, “We’ll stop at the next place we see.” Radhika sat back in her seat, looked at me gingerly and smiled awkwardly. She unbuttoned her jeans. Nothing was showing because of her long kurti, but I guess it helped take some of the pressure off her throbbing bladder. Radhika looked visibly relieved, happy that at last her predicament would come to an end. Little did she know… Ranvi asked her driver to pull over at the next restaurant he saw. In Hindi, the driver informed her that the nearest restaurant was about 10 minutes away on the main road. The traffic was very bad he said, and it would probably take us much longer than that to reach I thought I heard Radhika groan but it was just my imagination. The driver told us that there was a small shortcut through which we could reach sooner. Breathlessly, Radhika agreed. The Ford slid off the main road into a narrow dirt gulley. As the driver had promised, the gully was empty and our car zipped down and away. As we turned one of the hair pin corners though, we saw a truck that had broken down. Apparently, the genius truck driver had had the same idea as us but lacked the manoeuvrability to make it through: ergo this. The truck was blocking the entire road. There was no way around it. Pedestrians were barely managing to squeeze through the gaps. Our Ford was stuck. There wasn’t even enough room to do a U-turn owing to the cars honking behind us. My cock hardened again as I looked at Radhika, biting her lip. And so, for the next 20 minutes we were there. Stuck like this. My cock grew harder and harder as Radhika rocked faster and faster. Eventually, she could hold on no longer. She turned to her sister, her legs shaking and whispered, “Mai rukh nahi sakthi. Mai jaana hoon…. Jaana…” Ranvi again did not argue with her sister. She just nodded her head and stepped out of the car with Radhika, leaving me alone with the driver. Radhika dashed out of the car, her long ironed purple kurti flapping as she dashed to the side of the road with her sister. The driver and I both craned our necks to be able to see what was happening, but the sisters disappeared behind a wall. Luckily for the both of us, though less luckily for Radhika, at that moment the traffic began to move. A smile glistening on his lips, the driver honked his horn and began to move. Out from behind the wall Radhika dashed, adjusting her jeans and yanking her kurti down as she ran with her sister towards the moving car. Amidst the honking and screeching they reached the car and jumped in. Ranvi looked glad that the traffic had cleard up, but Radhika looked like the complete opposite. “Radhika…”, I said, voice laden with concern, “Are you.. Okay?” She briefly made out a kind of surprised little whimper that at first I thought nothing of, something from the radio I believed or perhaps some sound Radhika made in the course of trying to hold it. Shortly though there were a couple soft sobbing sounds. I looked at Radhika. She still at her legs crossed, but she wasn't bouncing anymore or contorted into an awkward position. On hand was still on her crotch, but her other hand looked to be wiping tears from her eyes; Instead of focused ahead with deadly determination; she was looking out the side window into the darkness and sniffling slightly. "Are you okay?" I asked. She ignored me. Maybe she didn't hear. I looked at her, and in the kindest, most compassionate voice I could come up with I asked again, "Are you okay Radhika?" She then turned to me, her face red and her eyes filled with tears. "I wet myself okay!" She not quite shouted at me. I was stunned at first by the strength of her reaction and just how upset she appeared. Finally I managed to mumble something along the lines of, "That’s okay, don't worry about it." She remained quiet, turned away from me, arms folded across her lap, quietly sobbing as she stared into the traffic outside. The wet patch on her pants was clearly visible and the spot on the seat was even larger. I heard a dripping sound as it dripped onto the floor of the car. Needless to say, the rest of the ride was as awkward as could be.
  13. Cum in your pants

    I've cum in my pants quite a few times and one of my exes had a habit of cumming rather...spontaneously. It didn't just happen randomly, but given the correct environment and level of arousal, she used to cum really easily, regardless of whether she was wearing clothes or not.