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  1. I will 100% say that I'm just using a similar idea to user's OrionBelt's idea which they have also posted here: I honestly can't believe I never considered this idea despite it being so gold. So I hope you like my take on it. --- Warner couldn’t believe his luck, both good and bad. He had just applied and got into college, which he thought was great considering his mediocre grades throughout high school. Unfortunately the bad luck came from after getting through the application process, particularly when it came to his living situation. The standard dorms were full, perhaps this school should’ve had more stricter standards seeing as they let someone like him in. So he was left with some rather terrible sounding options when it came to a small dorm which only housed a handful of students at best. Said handful of students in this case all being girls outside of him. Due to just the uneven number, it ended up that he’d be sharing this small dorm with 5 other girls he had never met before, a nightmare for someone such as himself. Warner wasn’t someone who was a mess when it came to women, but he was far from confident with being with them. He had only gone on one date throughout all of high school and it was a disaster, leaving a mental scar on the man. If he had to live with just girls this year in college, then he knew he would never lose that anxious feeling he had as he pulled into the small parking space besides the building where he’d be spending his college life at. The dorm was a bit rundown, to call it just old would be a compliment. From what he was told, the only private places they’d be able to afford here would be just their bedrooms. Other than that, the kitchen, dinning, and entertainment space would all be shared across them. This also included the lone bathroom in the center. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car and grabbed his backpack. There were many other things he needed to bring inside, but this would be enough to start with as he needed to find his room. Warner used the key given to him to unlock the door and walked inside. He heard the sounds of a television, where he eyed a girl with brunette sitting by herself while also using her laptop. “Hello?” He spoke nervously. “Um, I’m Warner. I’m supposed to be living here?” “Oh?” She turned her head, revealing a pretty face. “Ah, right it’s you.” She got up, smiling as the girl walked to him and introduced herself. “I’m Lorene.” They shook hands as he also introduced himself. From the looks of the main room for this dorm, it appeared that it was small enough that every facet was visible regardless of where one stood. So the only true privacy one could attain was either their own bedrooms or the bathroom, which was separated between the toilet and shower portion. “It looks like everyone else is already here.” He commented, noting the name tags on all the doors besides one of them. “Yeah, we’ve all been living here for a few days now.” She answered, still maintaining her charm. He was glad the first person he met here was kind, hopefully the others would follow suit. “I can’t say that living with a guy was something I wanted to do when I got to college, but I promise we don’t have to make it weird.” “That’s good.” He wasn’t sure how he’d act about the situation too, but Warner knew he didn’t want to come off as some sort of creep. That would lead to numerous complications. “But I can’t promise that for everyone.” For the first time upon seeing her, he saw her frown a bit. “We’ve kind of been talking about it since we all got a head start. So I know some of the girls aren’t happy about this, but I think we can make it work.” Her words only served to make him more concerned about that situation. Those girls who were against his presence could do something to force him out, but he’d have to meet them to know for sure what they might be willing to do. His train of thought became broken when the pair heard a banging on the front entrance. Since it was large double doors with full windows on both side, they both were able to see a short girl banging. “Lorene! Can you open the door?” She yelled, her voice muffled through the glass, as she also danced around. “Oh, did you forget your keys again?” Lorene walked at a brisk pace to open up the door for the clearly desperate girl. “You know, one day one of us isn’t going to be around to let you in.” “I know, I just totally forgot.” The new girl made a beeline towards the bathroom, but stopped when she saw Warner. “Who’s this?” “This is Warner.” Lorene answered. “He’s the guy that’s supposed to be living with us.” “Oh, that’s cool.” She extended a hand and introduced herself. “I’m Rosaline, nice to meet you.” He would’ve properly introduced himself, but she was far too much in a rush. “Sorry, I just need to use the ladies room.” She had her thighs tightly pressed together as she talked to him. A lot of her was on full display with her thick thighs exposed due to her short shorts. Then she finally made her quick exit to the privacy of the bathroom to relieve her bursting bladder. He was unsure about the sight he had just witnessed. The girl was obviously desperate to pee, yet she wasn’t shy at all about it around him. Something about the scene made his own heart race a bit. “She’s such a klutz sometimes.” Lorene commented, giggling about the display. “Come on, you need some help getting your stuff to you room? I got your back.” “Thanks.” He said as they went outside to his car. Warner could tell this would certainly be an interesting experience he would have over the course of the next school year.
  2. The girl at my cousin's party A deferred 21st. That what my cousin Isla called it. Her real 21st had been cancelled due to Covid and she consoled herself by promising it was ‘postponed not cancelled.’ We all smiled and agreed at the time not wanting to knock her coping strategy, but now a year later it’s the day she’s been building up to for 12 full months and I feel somehow obliged to attend. I’m not antisocial really, just maybe a little socially awkward. Or maybe just shy. I’m ok if I know the people but this has become the event of the year to Isla and she’s been rather exuberant in handing out invites. I genuinely have no idea how many there will be in her house tonight between family, work colleagues and friends. I’ll show face and leave after a few hours. By then she’ll probably be tipsy enough to not even know who is there and who isn’t. That’s my hope anyway. It’s not like I’m expecting it to be the night my life changes. That’s the sort of thing that only happens to other people, not me. By the time I arrive, on my own and on foot, there’s already plenty noise and laughter coming from the semidetached old Victorian house that my aunt bought when my uncle passed away. I knock and am let in by my exited and very young looking cousin wearing denim shorts with tights underneath and a tight top. I can see why she’s the life and soul of the party, though I worry that all the attention on her isn’t just because it’s her birthday. I’m quickly handed a glass of something which looks vaguely drinkable and my younger cousin ushers me through towards the large rear garden where a BBQ has clearly been set up and there’s people sitting in plastic chairs and standing around talking pretty much everywhere. I scan for an empty seat and sit down at the edge of a group of people laughing, hoping I haven’t accidentally taken someone’s seat. Looking around I sip at the drink in my hand wondering if my dear aunt has any idea just how many people her daughter has invited. She probably has and as usual I’m just stressing about something unnecessarily. A woman sits beside me and as she talks I suddenly turn to her wondering if she’s talking to me or someone else. Her smile is cute and her long brown hair, all clipped up in some sort of bulldog type clip thing with little strands trailing onto her pretty face, is actually rather eye catching making me want to gently move the strands away so I can see her full face clearer. “She chose a good day for it didn’t she?” “Isla? I don’t think she had much say in when she was born but I’m sure she’s delighted it was early summer. She hated it when she was younger mind you. Her friends were always on holiday then but I think she’s more than made up for the lack of parties at 9 and 10 judging by the amount here today. Popular girl for sure.” “Oh…you her brother or something?” “Older cousin.” I hold my hand out instinctively to introduce myself. “Riley Smallwood.” She shakes my hand, smiling, and I look at her sweet pink cheeks hoping my first words to her haven’t put her off me already. She’s probably got a boyfriend who is about to turn around and growl at me right away to warn me off. At least I can see there’s no ring on her fingers. That’s a definite good sign at least. “Rosie Lynch. I went to school with Isla. Probably one of those annoying friends who went on holiday early summer and missed her birthday when she was 9 or 10. You reckon she’s forgiven me now since I’m here tonight?” I blush. “I expect so.” I can’t help laughing a little as Rosie smiles cheekily right at me as if she knows she’s just scored some sort of imaginary social point against me. She’s cute so I’ll let her off. Someone distracts her and before I know it she’s standing up again laughing and chatting with other people I don’t know and I look around quietly again at the mature garden and the rear of the house wondering how much inheritance my uncle actually left. I had no idea he actually had so much wealth! The party carries on with an abundance of food and plenty music and drink, and as the evening progresses I notice the garden getting less busy and the numbers slowly thinning. I’d really like to bump into Rosie again but I don’t want to look like I’m too keen, even though I actually am. Those hazel eyes of hers and those cute strands of hair got me and I’d love to see if we connect more. I’m standing in my cousin’s vast kitchen nibbling on party food and pouring myself a soft drink to balance whatever alcohol I’ve been sipping for the last hour or so when I see her again. It’s that clip in her hair I notice from behind first, but then my eyes drift down to her neck and her back and my mind races ahead of me. She’s wearing one of those female jump suit things with trousers and a top combined and the zip up her back immediately makes me think of two rather naughty things: how easy would it be to unzip that and see beneath it, and even naughtier still: how on earth can she possibly unzip herself to use the loo if she needs it? The black material seems snug against her back and I’m suddenly glad to be standing against a kitchen island to hide my growing excitement. I wasn’t going to stay this long but suddenly this party has got much more interesting. As I hear some more people leaving Isla comes into the kitchen announcing she’s going to start the karaoke up. I wouldn’t normally be that bothered by such a development but as I watch Rosie heading into the main room I decide to go on through too. I catch her looking over at me as I stand against a wall gazing at her. I know I shouldn’t but now that I can see the front of her jump suit I like her even more! It hangs loose on her shoulders as if gravity ceases to exist on her body and shows off her curves in every way possible, making me sweat a little just thinking of how she got it on and how she might get it off again. I still can’t shake the thought of how she might go to the toilet but I can’t even entertain that for fear of anyone seeing the reaction it has on me. More drinks are distributed and glasses topped up. I accept some more wine and notice Rosie is drinking away between snatching glimpses of me and singing along to whatever is being played. There’s definitely a spark of something between us…at least I hope there is. Another thing I notice too, and I hope I’m not imagining it, is the way she’s sitting on the end of the couch. She’s sitting turned to the side, her back straight and one leg slightly over the other. It’s not really that relaxed looking and my mind is racing at just the very thought that all that wine, and whatever else she might have drunk in the last few hours, might be sitting in her bladder right now hinting at her rather a lot that she should go empty it’s contents soon. I’m probably imagining that though, as wonderful and sexy as it is. I need to calm myself before she notices my growing bulge in my jeans! I could probably predict some of the first songs that get sung with Isla starting us off with Whitney Houston and “I want to dance with somebody”. Like the song she has no shortage of willing men keen to dance with her! I watch Rosie singing along and swaying on the couch, keeping those gorgeous legs of hers crossed the whole time. There’s a bit of a clamber for some more songs and after some Kylie Minogue and some Queen I notice that Rosie is definitely looking either tipsy of fidgety, or maybe both. She’s also looking at me a bit more, at least I hope she is. I edge a little closer as a few more people get up and dance. When Rosie shifts around looking nervous I watch as she gets off the couch and I, trying not to look too obvious, follow her. She pauses in the big hallway and appears to look upstairs before changing her mind and heading to the kitchen. I head behind her, quickly finishing my drink so at least I have an excuse to be in the kitchen too. As her feet move from the thick hall carpet to the luxuriously tiled kitchen I tingle with excitement at the noise of her strapped black sandals on the floor. She heads straight for the fridge and I catch her eye as she notices me enter the otherwise empty room. I’m glad when she speaks first, my own throat feeling like it’s suddenly a sandy desert in the blazing summer heat. “Do you think they’ll mind me taking one of these?” She’s holding a cold bottle of water which makes me almost laugh. I thought she was maybe helping herself to caviar or goats cheese or something else highly expensive, not a measly bottle of water. “I reckon they won’t miss that.” She closes the door of the fridge as the noise of those heeled strappy sandals on the tiles send shivers down my spine. She’s antsy and moving loads from foot to foot. I can’t tell if she’s nervous or tipsy or…something else that I daren’t even think about. I notice she’s struggling to get the bottle open as I put my hand out to offer to help. She hands me the bottle, our fingers touching for a second, and looks right into my eyes. There’s definitely a spark. It’s not just me! “You needing a break from the alcohol then?” “Mmm. I’d like to remember tonight and not wake up tomorrow in the loo.” Just the mere thought of Rosie in the loo is making my head spin but I nod like a little puppy knowing she means having a handover but unable to think of anything other than her sitting on the loo peeing, which instantly makes me very hard! Realising I have suddenly went very rosy cheeked I blurt out my inner thoughts before I realise I’ve done it. “Waking up hungover in that gorgeous jump suit you’re wearing would be a nightmare I imagine. I’ve actually been wondering, please excuse my ignorance, but how do you…how do you…get that on yourself what with…what with it zipping up the back?” Thank goodness for the excuse of having had some alcohol but even so I’m still embarrassed by my own words in front of this beautiful girl. At least I never mentioned peeing! Thankfully Rosy laughs as she dances around again right in front of me. “I got my sister to zip it up for me. It’s so comfy though, but a right pain to get on and off especially when…” It’s her turn to blush now as she steps closer to me holding my shoulder to steady herself as she lifts one leg up behind her. She puts her mouth closer to my ear as I feel my back sweating and my heart pounding… “…I’ve had a lot to drink..” I gulp. She hasn’t exactly said she needs to pee but I think that’s what she means. Fuck I want to kiss her so badly! Instead I pull her closer and hold her with one arm around her waist. Just touching her is so warm and wonderful and making me yearn for much more. “I take it your sister isn’t here to help right now?” She shakes her head, giggling, then pulls me by the hand next door to where everyone else is. I prefer being alone with her but her holding my hand is so bloody wonderful I’d go to anywhere right now that she took me as long as she kept hold of my hand! Back in the lounge the singing and dancing has really taken off and Rosie gets up to dance to someone singing The Clash “Should I stay or should I go?”. It might all be in my mind but she’s mouthing the words to me and dancing very flirtatiously and very definitely like she really has to pee too. If I didn’t know better I would be mistaken for thinking the words for her are actually very pertinent and her eyes hint the same. Is she actually asking me, via the song and her dancing right in front of me, wether she should go to the toilet or stay with me? The repetitive chorus at the end as she mouths right in my eye line, “Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble, and if I stay it will be double, so you’ve got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?” is driving me fucking crazy with wanting her. She ends by coming right up to me bending forwards with begging eyes and a hand on her thigh as I bend slightly down, kiss her cheek lightly and whisper to her just one word…”Stay.” She smiles at me and I can’t help but reach out and pull her towards me as I kiss her gently on the lips, nothing too intensive or deep, just a way of showing her that I want her and like her. She doesn’t object and turns to face the karaoke again allowing me to hold her from behind gently. I look around checking no-one appears to be objecting as the next singer takes the microphone and set up their song. I recognise the song right away and almost want to laugh. It’s couldn’t be more perfect right now and ABBA’s Waterloo will surely get everyone singing so loud they won’t even notice what’s going on with me behind the beautiful girl in my arms who is already squirming and dancing even before the song even starts properly. The singer begins slowly, at first hitting more than one bum note, but by the first chorus Rosie is really getting into it as she turns in my arms to face me and we dance together with my arms now around her neck. She’s looking at me with twinkling eyes and I can tell she’s tipsy but still aware and by the second chorus our heads are closer together and I hear her singing the words to me with her own very sexy twist… “Need the loo, wouldn’t escape if I wanted to, need the loo, knowing my fate is to be with you, na na na na need the loo, finally saying I need the loo.” Fuck fuck fuck! Has she any fucking idea what she’s doing to me? As the song finally goes quiet I know I can’t let her go, partly because I adore what she’s doing to me and secondly because the second she moves it will be bloody obvious that I’m rock hard and gagging for it! I need privacy urgently so I take Rosie by the hand and we head out into the hall before the next song starts. Away from the crowd she’s even more adorable as she pee dances more openly and even slips a hand between her legs. Even after a few drinks I won’t ever do anything without consent so I lean down towards her face and quietly pull her into a hug so I can ask her what I’ve been dying to ask all night long. “Would you like a hand to unzip your jump suit so you can go to the bathroom Rosie?” She’s still squirming badly even as I hug her. “Yes please! I’ve been bursting for absolutely ages! I’m so desperate! Please!” She looks up the staircase longingly, probably assuming that’s where the bathroom is. There is one up there, more than one in fact, but there’s one much closer right behind the kitchen too so I take her hand and lead her down the hall and through the kitchen then slide a door to a pantry that has a bathroom just beyond. It’s not one Isla will have told the guests about so we should have plenty privacy, but more importantly it should be better for me to help unzip Rosie without having to go into the loo with her. Of course I would love to watch her pee, to see the look on her face when she finally releases all the liquids she’s been steadily consuming all night, to hear the force of her urine hit the pan, but only if she consents. For tonight she’s already turned me on more than I can actually believe and just unzipping her jumpsuit will probably make me cum if I’m not careful! Rosie follows behind me moaning under her breath. As I find the light for the pantry and open the door ahead to reveal a single toilet with small sink I hear Rosie whimper and groan. “Hurry up Riley. I can’t hold this any longer!” My dick is throbbing and the material of my jeans feel so taut against my crotch. I could easily delay Rosie that tiny bit more, cause her to perhaps wet herself and see her jump suit darken but then just the thought of her feeling embarrassed and humiliated and possibly rushing home terrifies me so I have her stand in the small bathroom facing the toilet while I bend forward to reach her zip on the back of her neck. “Can’t you speed up? I’m weeing a bit already! This is torture you know.” “I know. Sorry not used to these things. Promise you I’m doing it as quick as I can!” My heart is throbbing so loud I’m sure Rosie must hear it, my fingers are sweating and my hard on is rubbing against my jeans so much it’s actually sore. I ache to cum right now and unzipping the jumpsuit to reveal that Rosie is in fact bra less is almost the end of me as I take a breath in, pull the zip right down quickly and step back. I don’t plan on giving her an audience but the speed at which she turns her body in front of me, pulls down her frilly black lace trimmed knickers and then sits down gasping revealing the most erect nipples on the most glorious breasts I have ever laid eyes on in my life is just too much. I know I’m staring but she’s laughing and sighing and the relief on her entire face is so spectacular as torrents of liquid pour loudly into the toilet pan beneath her powerfully and strongly. She lifts her face to look me right in the eye as I stand with my own legs slightly apart to steady myself feeling my hard dick vibrating on its own accord in my jeans. Rosie’s eyes move to my crotch as I blush in embarrassment. She’s still bloody peeing as she breaks the silence, apart from the noise of her urine, as she giggles like a little girl, looking down at her own nakedness then back to me. “No need to be shy Riley. You’re seeing me so only fair I emmm…see…” I feel like a nervous school boy but the rawness of the hard denim against my manhood is holding me back so I unclip my belt and jeans and pull them down to my knees along with my trunks. My erection jumps to life like a coiled spring as Rosie, unbelievably STILL peeing, uses her hands to beckon me closer and I step closer feeling suddenly so nervous and alive that every hair on my body is sticking up. I’m not sure if she’s going to suck me or touch me with her hands or what but right now I don’t fucking care as I am so close to erupting she could blow on me and I would explode! She’s still sitting on the toilet as I hear spurts and dribbles still coming from between her legs as her hand reaches between my legs and tenderly strokes my testicles making me yelp with pleasure. She then lifts my erection up in her hands and precedes to run her wet warm tongue the length of me from my testicles to my head as my entire body shakes so much I have to lean on the wall to steady myself. I can’t stop staring at her breasts and listening still to drops still dripping from her into the bowl beneath her as she fondles and strokes me with her tender hands as I know I am just seconds away now from ejaculating. Rosie senses it too as her thumb runs over the shaking head of my hard on as I gasp as I reach the pinnacle of my sexual peak and sticky white fluid explodes out of me towards Rosie as we both watch giggling as it lands perfectly on her frilly black knickers draped by her knees. “Mmmm. I wasn’t planning to wear them now anyway. They were already wet with my pee so what does it matter.” I step back to let Rosie up off the toilet, offering her my hands to steady her as she steps out of her jumpsuit and knickers and stands right in front of me totally naked. She looks around giggling before reaching down and tossing her knickers towards a tiny open wastepaper basket designed for nothing more than used toilet rolls then she steps her feet back into her jumpsuit and starts pulling it up her legs teasingly. “You are beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” “And knickerless. Don’t forget the knickerless now will you?” She laughs. I help her pull her arms back into the suit then turn her around slowly while I attempt to zip up the material, running my fingers up her spine as I do so. Once the zip is done she turns to face me as I lean down to kiss her, this time much more passionately, as my dick still hangs out my jeans getting hard all over again. When we stop for air I feel suddenly quite overwhelmed as I attempt to make myself decent and wash my hands. “Can I get your number Rosie?” “Only if I get yours?” We walk out of the toilet, through the pantry, and into the kitchen hearing singing next door and smiling to each other. The atmosphere has mellowed while we’ve been gone and I can hear my cousin singing with a male as I hold Rosie’s hand and ask her to dance with me. She nods as we sing along to The time of my life by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warns. “I’ve had the time of my life, no I’ve never felt this way before, and I swear it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you..” It’s late, it’s corny, but it’s also the truth. A 21st burthday that was really a 22nd. Rosie. The girl at my cousins party who I will never ever forget, in the black jumpsuit with the bulldog clip in her hair with two little stands on her face. The girl who was desperate for the toilet at a party and needed help to unzip her clothes. The girl who went home knickerless and who I have been dating ever since.
  3. Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this latest story and if you'd like to commission your own, just drop me a message! THE UNBEARABLY LONG HOLD Janet was incredibly uncomfortable, her legs squirming over and over, wrapped inside her tight black jeans. Twenty-eight, thin; with long legs and a bimbo-ish body and face, she had caught the eyes of several men upon walking into the airport. Her rough brown hair hung loosely down to her shoulders, gently swaying as she struggled her way to the aeroplane; longing to sit down again, as her bladder burned with intense desperation and her bright green eyes seemed to cry out for relief… TWO WEEKS EARLIER… Janet Smokes was a high level executive for the Oddan Corporation, overworked and incredible stressed from a corporate merger that was throwing both offices into chaos. As such, for the last three months, she’d been under constant pressure to get things in order and her once good looks had descended into those more akin of a street hooker. One intern had recently made the fatal mistake of pointing out her exhausted looks to her, causing him to be thrown out within the hour; blacklisted from jobs with every company in the city. However, Janet’s true stress had started just over two weeks ago when her boss had given her the last news she had wanted to hear: ‘We need you reviewing the Australian holdings if the merger’s gonna be complete any time this fucking year. It’ll only be for a couple of weeks at most’. ‘Isn’t there anyone else? Do we really need boots on the ground?’. ‘You know how it is with these bureaucratic bullshitters if we don’t. Your flight leaves in two days Janet. Try and enjoy the scenery while you’re there. It’s a beautiful country’. Janet had no problem being the hard bitch to division employees who weren’t being targets, however she loathed the idea of going abroad. Unbeknownst to all at her office, Janet absolutely hated to pee in public. It didn’t matter whether it was indoors, luxurious, dirty, empty; filled with people: It was all the same. Despite having a private en-suite in her office at headquarters, she had never used it to relieve herself. The only bathrooms she could use were the ones at her own home and her parent’s house, having grown up with them. Elsewise, she was completely averse to it. The sensation, the signs of desperation, the way it made other women she knew behave weakly: Janet got sick at the thought alone. She’d fired more than one female intern for needing too many bathroom breaks (Any outside of lunch fitting those parameters) and utterly reviled whenever her female colleagues would excuse themselves for relief on nights out. The way they’d hold themselves through their dresses or skirts like babyish little toddlers, their knees wobbling or bums shaking from too much drink in their bladders: It made her feel ill. The worst had been when her boss Molly Brians had got roaring drunk, only to end up desperate to pee, while stumbling through the city with Janet at 2:00AM in the morning. Watching her boss in such a vulnerable, pathetic state would have been painful enough. Yet the night truly took a turn for the worse when Molly; doing the pee-pee dance outside a train station, suddenly froze still. For a moment, Janet had been pleased at her boss’s newfound control, until she saw Molly begin to have an embarrassing accident that had left Janet dumbfounded and disgusted. She had to feign being more drunk than she actually was, as seconds later; she vomited heavily at the sight, covering a nearby bush. Ever since then, Janet tried to avoid the topic of peeing or situations that would lead to people being desperate, wherever possible. However, she knew that this work-trip was going to be an enormous ordeal for her. Despite being iron-bladdered and used to not peeing for days at a time, two-weeks was beyond anything she had ever tested. If things went wrong… ‘Janet, don’t be such a baby’ she mentally scolded herself for even thinking those thoughts. ‘You’re a grown woman, not some immature brat. You’ll hold on just fine’. So, Janet began her work trip to Australia; reviewing documents for most of the flight, sipping on expensive champagne. Upon arriving, she took a day to re-adjust her body clock; lounging about by a pool, enjoying a suntan and smirking at the stares her body received from several other hotel patrons. One man; a thirty-four-year-old Senior Tech Consultant for Apple, had started a conversation with her and within the hour, she found herself pinned to the bedroom walls of her room, screaming out in delight as she dug her nails into his thick arms and let him bury his hard cock deep inside her. Eventually, she reached climax and let Adam, Max or whatever he’d said his name was, blow his load over tits, before sending him on his way. An hour later, she was drinking wine; sitting at her computer, feeling well recuperated. The fucking had knocked the jetlag right out of her system, so now, she was ready to start the job she’d been sent for. After nearly forty hours without using the bathroom, she was beginning to feel the very first inklings of needing the loo, yet shrugged it off. ‘It’s nothing. I can keep control’ she thought. For the next week, Janet’s life consisted of a series of car journeys, office meetings and shouting matches with local heads; who thought they had the authority or ‘friends’ necessary to defy her authority. They were wrong. Five were fired, twelve demoted and two dozen employees let go for a variety of reasons. Some were lazy, some disrespectful, a few were just inefficient. At one branch, she decided to fire a pregnant employee; calculating their severance was less expensive to the company than maternity leave. She fired the weeping woman in the morning, then returned for an evening meeting; only to find that almost every employee had signed a petition, calling for Janet to allow their colleague ‘Megan’ to stay. Janet had been almost bored as the local manager screamed at her for being a heartless bitch, more distracted by the growing pain in her bladder; now making her tap her heel impatiently, wanting to sit down. Part of her wanted to squirm, to tighten her legs and relieve the pressure, however she refused to be caught dead doing that in front of any employee; whether her boss or a subordinate. ‘You’re a wicked, heartless cow!’ screamed the manager she remembered was called Joseph, only recalling his name due to a distinctive curly moustache. ‘I’m not here to be your friend, get her out of here by week’s end and get someone new in. Three days’. She left the branch to a series of expletives, which she shrugged off; sliding back inside the leather seats of her corporate car. Giving a slight sigh of relief that the pressure was now off from her bladder, she looked towards Jonas; her driver, an unusually pale-skinned, who was waiting silently for instructions. She appreciated that. Random conversation with strangers drove her nuts. ‘The Ironbrooks Hotel’. ‘Yes Miss Smokes’. ‘Raise the divider Jonas, I don’t want to be disturbed’. Within moments, a blackout window slid up; isolating Janet. As the car drove down the Australian highway, a five-hour drive ahead of her, Janet drank champagne; though less than normal, as she felt the pressure in her bladder growing. She hated the sensation, like a pricking under her skin and shifted her bum on the seat, trying to get comfortable. By now, eight full days of bladder build up had turned her normally thin stomach into an extended belly; more fitting for someone twice her size and weight, as dozens of expensive drinks sloshed around inside her. ‘For fuck’s sake’ she moaned quietly, pulling out a cigarette, her right hand trembling ever-so-slightly from the strain on her body, as she let the feeling of nicotine calm her. Even so, it did little to relieve the pressure and despite her attempts to resist, Janet found herself squirming in the backseat, her knees occasionally clamping together, her feet tapping, as she massaged her stomach and bloated bladder, trying to regain full control. Out of character for her, she was blushing, feeling completely inappropriate: More akin to a desperate schoolgirl than feared corporate executive. ‘At least I’m alone’ she told herself. ‘The woman I work with don’t pee for a few hours and act like little girls! I’ve been holding it in for nearly eight days! They don’t have a real woman’s strength’. Despite her arrogance, that night; once back at the hotel, Janet stared longingly into the hotel bathroom for a moment. It was a white-tile bathroom, with a clean porcelain toilet and good quality towels; just like her own bathroom. Maybe she could… ‘No!’ she said aloud angrily, before calming herself and slipping into her pyjamas: A dark-red nightgown, though she loosened the silk belt more than she cared to admit as she got into bed; trying to get comfortable. ‘I only use the bathroom at my house! I’m not a little girl, I have a real woman’s strength! I can manage until I go home’. Despite this, her ‘real woman’s strength’ began to show serious cracks over the second half of her trip. Whereas before, she would march round offices, calling in on employees unexpectedly and ruthlessly circling them; an intimidation tactic, now, she began to slow down. At first, it was just a slower walk and less movement. However, the increasing pain on her bladder; as well as the growing signs of her desperation for the toilet, which were growing harder to cover up, forced her to largely hold meetings inside offices. Though still able to grill people, Janet knew she wasn’t doing her job as efficiently or ruthlessly as normal, yet she couldn’t help it. By the third day of the second week, her walk’s to the car were ponderous; practically lollygagging, strolls, before she would order Jonas to raise the blinder, thus giving her precious isolation from which she could squirm, moan and even hold herself. That had started today, after a potentially lethal bladder pang made her feel like she was about to leak into her panties if she didn’t. Horrified at the thought, her normal embarrassment at doing something so childish had vanished and she’d spent the remainder of the car journey with one hand stuffed between her legs, while massaging her stomach with the other; wincing in pain wherever there was a bump in the road. Every night; back at her hotel, the clean bathroom and porcelain toilet grew ever-more-appealing, as she tossed and turned and kicked in bed, holding herself through her pyjamas like she hadn’t done since she was a little girl. Despite this, Janet still remained stubborn, determined to make it back home, where she could at least feel comfortable getting the relief she had; reluctantly, conceded that she needed. However, her body was increasingly resisting her attempts to control it. On the sixth day of her second week, she was walking carefully through a newly constructed branch; alongside a senior national manager. She was dressed in tight black jeans and a black jumper, with a white undershirt. Despite her massive discomfort, she refused to wear clothing that would make things any easier on her, not wishing to undermine her fearsome reputation with gentler clothes. However, as they reached the top of a flight of stairs, Janet let out a moan of agony before she could stop herself; doubling over in pain, her hands wrapped around her stomach. The manager looked at her, concerned, as Janet struggled to contain the enormous ocean of pee inside her. ‘Are you alright Miss Smokes?’. ‘Y-yes, I’m fine! Caught my foot on the stairs! Now then, you were saying about the predicted Q3 figures?’. Though the manager continued to speak, Janet barely heard him; wanting to scream out in agony. The pressure in her bladder was nigh unbearable, pulsating against her bloated tummy, as her legs shook with desperation. Over the next hour, Janet barely heard beyond her own heartbeat; racing intensely, or felt more than the sweat running down the back of her neck. She had never ever felt desperation like this. A huge part of her wanted to ask where the toilets were and dash to them. Hell, at this point, she felt uncomfortably close to just standing up and letting it all flood out into her jeans… ‘No!’ she thought angrily at herself, scolding that thought. ‘I will not let that happen. I-I can make it home… I can’. The next twenty-four hours were among the most painful, agonising torturous work-hours she had ever experienced. Every step she took around the final Australian office; where in her mind had far too many stairs, ripped straight into her overfilled bladder, making her want to let go every-time it happened. Every time she could, Janet slipped off into an empty office, behind a pillar or even a quiet hallway; then began dancing around desperately, doing the pee-pee dance, squirming, shaking, her legs vibrating with urgent desperation, as her fingers clutched tightly inside her tight black jeans. ‘Fuck me, I’m fucking bursting for the toilet! How could I let things get so far?! I can’t hold on any longer! I need the toilet! I’m going to wet myself’. However, each time this thought came up, she would steel her nerves, grit her teeth and re-emerge from her hiding spots, returning to work. Sometimes, she’d make it an hour or two before another desperate holding fit. Other times, within a few minutes, she’d have both hands stuffed down her jeans, on the verge of crying out for a toilet. Nevertheless, Janet persisted and somehow; at day’s end, she was able to step inside her company car, sitting shakily on the leather seats; her legs vibrating with desperation, as she closed the car door. ‘Put the blinder up Jonas!’ she ordered, however his next words sent a cold chill running down her spine. ‘I’m very sorry Miss Smokes, the blinder is not working. Please feel free to smoke, I won’t be bothered’. Janet sat frozen; for several minutes, as the car drove down the highway. She needed to squirm, to hold herself, to do all the things she looked down on other women for, if she was going to have any hope of making it back to the UK. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t make an 18-hour flight. She doubted she’d make it to the airport. Her desperation was too strong, her bladder hurt too much. After a few more minutes of insufferable bladder torment, Janet’s desperation finally won out over her pride. ‘Jonas’ she said shakily, in a tone so unlike her usual confidence. ‘Do you want to make a thousand dollars, right now?’. Jonas looked surprised, turning towards Janet briefly; wondering where this was going. Janet shakily drew out a check-book, signed a one-thousand-dollar check and placed it in the driver’s jacket pocket. ‘What I’m about to do… do not speak of this to anyone. Not your boss, not your wife, not your therapist’s retarded cousin. Am I clear?’. Jonas nodded, still not entirely understanding. Seconds later though, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw Janet; a powerful and feared executive in Oddan, begin to hold herself like a ten-year-old, struggling with potty training. Tears came to Janet’s eyes, as her fingers slid into her jeans, underneath her panties and tightly gripped her pussy. She began to moan loudly, her bum shaking repeatedly on the tight leather seats, as her legs twisted rapidly; over and over again. After several minutes of this shocking display, Jonas nervously spoke up. ‘Miss Smokes… if you require a restroom, we can stop anywhere you like?’. ‘I can’t go anywhere apart from my home’ admitted Janet, unable to even attempt a lie. ‘Just get me to the airport, quick!’. How Janet planned to hold on during the entire flight home, Jonas had no idea but a thousand dollars speaks loudly. He began to accelerate faster down the highway, as a pained Janet groaned and shook and held her knees tightly together with every passing mile. Within the hour, they’d made it; almost in record time. As she stumbled from the car, somewhere in the back of her mind, Janet made a mental note to request for Jonas to be transferred to their UK division: His professionalism and loyalty during this humiliating moment for her was something she appreciated. Now, here she was, making her way through an airport; seemingly on the verge of losing it, fighting with every step to make it back home. Every minute that passed from that moment on was an unspeakable hell for Janet. Hundreds; if not thousands, of people saw her limp and dance through the airport in her desperate state. At a few key junctions, she had to stiffen up; elsewise be denied her flight and then, any chance of making it home without wetting herself. However, every cue bend and airport gate felt like it was moving in slow-motion, as she bounced desperately on the spot; several tourists and frequent fliers staring at her contemptuously, assuming she must be a nervous flyer. Things improved slightly in the aeroplane… for the first hour. After that, the desperation continued as bad as before and only grew worse. There was no chance of sleep. She didn’t dare eat anything and the mere sight of a drink near her would likely cause her to flood her seat and half the plane with it. Instead, she sat; shaking, calming music flooding her ears through a pair of wireless headphones, that eased her stress in absolutely no way at all. Janet simply stared out the window as they took off, achieved cruising level and began to tick by the miles, hour by hour, minute by minute. Her thin legs were vibrating like a rung bell, trapped inside her tight black jeans, as sweat poured down her forehead. A few times, she looked towards the aeroplane toilets, almost wondering if she could use them. She wanted to. She needed to so badly but Janet still refused. Despite much of her pride being in tatters, Janet would never resort to something that low. ‘If I lose control, it will be in my jeans, my head held high, fighting until my last breath. I will not scream and cry to use the toilet. Never’. And so, Janet fought on, even as every part of her body screamed for release. Yet somehow, even as Janet shook like she was about to wet herself at any moment, her resolve held and eventually, her plane landed; wheels hitting tarmac being the sweetest sound she’d ever heard. Making her way through the airport and into the company car, she felt like she was in a haze, a fog of desperation that had become this permanent; yet somehow routine, agony. Even as the long drive back to her house began, she squirmed and fidgeted and felt sweat pour down her, yet no longer did she moan or curse; despite being able to behind a working blinder. Perhaps she no longer had the strength. Even so, a moment came when Janet knew that; within a few moments, everything would be over. It was a pang like no other, an intense agony so great, she screamed silently for several seconds; the breath catching in her throat. It hurt beyond anything she’d ever experienced, she almost imagined it was what going into labour would feel like; if she’d ever wanted kids. The sensation was pure, white-hot, nuclear fire desperation that would overwhelm her body in a matter of minutes… perhaps seconds… ‘We’ve arrived Miss Smokes’. The words shocked Janet to her core. She was home. She was home! Where before, every step had been a torture for her bladder, now, every movement of every muscle felt like being torn apart. Her legs were shaking so badly, she could see her driver glance towards them, though he had no clue as to why. When she pulled her bags from the car, she thought she might begin soaking her jeans as she lifted them or even as the vehicle drove away. But she didn’t. Instead, Janet turned around, exhausted, desperate beyond all belief, her bloated stomach now overhanging her tight black jeans so much that it was drooping halfway over a thick camel-toe, before walking to the front door of her home. The door slid open, then shut and a burst of energy; Janet’s last, surged through her, as she screamed in delight, fear, pain, terror and emotion, tears rolling down her face, as she finally unbuttoned her black jeans, running towards her nearest toilet. She felt her bladder finally snap right as she pushed open the bathroom door, there was no holding anymore but her sheer momentum prevented any leaks until her panties and jeans were ripped down to her ankles, her cute little bum hit the toilet seat and then… ‘Oh… FUCK!!!!!!!!!!’. Janet could say nothing else. The relief was indescribable. Pee sprayed out from her pussy like a high-pressure firehouse, colliding with the ceramic bowl so fast, for a moment, she was genuinely worried she might split it. She moaned and cried and felt an orgasm wash over her, her clit throbbing like a drumbeat; pulsating in her ears, from nothing more than sheer, utter bliss. It was divine, it was sensational, Janet had never felt anything this good. No promotion or sex felt this pleasurable, no spa day or therapist session was this relieving. Her whole body was getting lighter, as she continued to pee a thunderous amount; having to flush the toilet mid-stream, as her onslaught threatened to reach back up to her, a sensation she was sickened by the very thought of. Despite being frustrated that she had come so close to an accident, Janet had to admit: The vast majority of bathroom breaks were silly, stupid affairs; from people too weak to show some backbone and hold on for longer to work. But every once in a while, she had to admit, they were bliss. As the last streams of pee finally poured from Janet’s exhausted body, after over ten minutes of relief, Janet sagged against the toilet, immensely proud that her clothes remained dry and that she had made it home, her honour intact. She had to admit it… that was a worthy end to an unbearably long hold. Now, she would never have to be that desperate or afraid again. Janet gave a rare smile; without malice, as she breathed in deeply, mentally getting herself ready to relax and enjoy a well-earned break. Meanwhile; half a world away, a driver sat inside a company car, smiling at photos of a senior executive holding herself like a little girl, utterly desperate for the toilet. Several days-worth of pictures, culminating in a mad-dash for the airport. Jonas smiled. These would prove useful for his plans to come… THE END.
  4. With her hand still down the front of her suit skirt gripping her crotch June lets go of the chair she’s been gripping and paces the room again moaning quietly. ‘Oh come on! Come on! Get a move on and unlock this room! I need to pee now!’ James, his own hand stroking and squeezing his very obvious erect dick in his boxers is entranced. Watching June is mesmerising, unbelievably sexy, and sending his body and mind into overdrive. Not only can he understand and relate to the intense urgency June feels but he can’t help wondering if she might just be every bit as sexually heightened by their joint desperation as he is. Or maybe he imagined the spark of passion in her eye, the teasing way her bottom wiggles as she walks and the flushing of her cheeks when her eyes gaze at his crotch? ‘Oh fuck she’s just so perfect!’ ‘Sorry did you say something?’ James’s face flushes as the sudden realisation that his mouth actually said what he had hoped was just a thought in his mind sinks in. ‘Oh. Emmm.’ He tries to look away from June but not very successfully as once again their eyes meet before June once again stares openly at first James’s swollen bladder then his very obvious erection under his boxers. June smiles as her eyes twinkle. ‘Does having a full bladder usually do that to you or is it...’ But before she can finish her sentence she doubles forwards, her hand still down the front of her skirt as she marches on the spot... ‘No! No! Keep holding June. You can do this! Oh God no! Shit shit. SHIT!’ Suddenly she pulls her hand away from her crotch and in an instant she pulls up the sides of her skirt revealing the top of her black stockings held up with black suspenders attached to her black cotton lace frilled knickers. Pressing her fingers tight against her knickers with both hands and tensing her whole body June sits back down on the chair, her legs spread either side of it as she whispers through gritted teeth. ‘This is so unprofessional. I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so embarrassing! My knickers are wet where I just leaked. Can you see it? It is noticeable? Oh tell me you can’t tell please James! Oh this can’t be happening. I’m not going to make it to the toilet. I can’t...I just can’t hold this...’ James shakes his head in disbelief. Is this really happening? Has a well dressed professional woman seriously sat right in front of him revealing the sexiest lingerie and hosiery and actually asking him if she’s leaked urine in her knickers because she’s so utterly desperate to pee? Is he dreaming? If he is then his penis clearly is too because it very nearly shot a load a second ago! He’s struggling to breath and form words as his mouth goes dry and his eyes bulge in amazement. Dare he say what he wants to? Dare he seriously ask what his hands and body and dick are urgently craving? His erect and thick penis vibrating in his boxers gagging now for more than just releasing the contents of his bladder James can’t help but step ever closer to June as she sits in front of him her legs spread and her knickers covered crotch facing right at him. ‘It’s...it’s hard to tell really. I would need to look closer..that’s if you don’t mind?’ ‘Just hurry! Oh God how I wish I could plug my urethra shut! Oh God this is so hard to hold back. It’s about to come out! I can’t stop it! I’m gonna have an accident! I can’t stop this happening any longer...’ James’s head spins. That’s exactly how he feels too. The pull, the pressure, the intensity is just too much to bare....
  5. "She walked into the room, butt-naked, the wet panties in her hand. It was the best sex I’ve ever had." This story is a follow up to “Fifth date rule” and “Returning the favour”, from which I cited the last line. It’s not entirely crucial to read these stories beforehand. Nevertheless, if you by any chance have the time to do so, I would most certainly recommend it. It’s going to be my last story, but you probably won’t believe it, because I announced my departure from the omorashi writing scene in general roughly two years ago. Yeah ok, I was a big fat liar. I’m going to say it once again, and once again I mean it: this will most positively be my last creative effort. I hope you will all enjoy it. Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and wetting, and includes some soft male-female sexual scenes at the end. Special credits to Ranpalan from the “Editing team” to proofread my work, and to the thread “Let’s trade stories” which loosely provided me with some inspiration. - - THE LONG WAIT - - *Ding* “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 30.000 feet at an airspeed of 350 miles an hour. The weather is excellent, and we are expecting to reach our destination approximately thirty minutes ahead of schedule. The cabin crew will be coming around to offer you our in-flight service.” Finally. After six months of hard work, I was finally returning home after my overseas’ internship within my uncle’s international company. The whole experience had been amazing; I had learned so much during the last few weeks, and I was still on track to land in a junior executive position - it was an opportunity given to me that I couldn't possibly have refused. I smiled and sighed, so glad that I hadn’t messed it all up, because I had needed to leave behind the most precious thing in my life - Jess. Six months, it had seemed like an eternity. Let me tell you, long distance relationships suck. At first, there’s the awful decision. She wants you to follow your dreams, you don’t want to leave her, but you want to go, you doubt, she stands firm, but you know that deep down inside she will miss you too. But - will she miss you too? Why is she so persistent? Maybe she just wants to get rid of you? You argue, realize your mistake and make up, have second thoughts again. Then it’s final, and then it’s not, and then it’s back to final. Awful. Then, there’s the final kiss before you leave. You look her in the eyes, try not to cry, say you’ll call her as soon as you land, promise her to Skype her every night, then you cry anyway. You’re the last person to board and you have to leave now, but you can’t, and she says that nothing will change, but you know it will. Is the kiss temporarily final or eternally final? Final. The word just keeps spooking through your head during the entire flight. But the worst part is the six-month period itself. That might seem pretty obvious, but there are moments where it hits you really hard. You work hard, you feel alone. You miss a few calls, she misses a few calls, and tells you she’s going out with her roommate. Just her roommate, or her roommate and the two guys living in the apartment below them? Just the movies, or is she going to a sweaty club afterwards? Alright, it was just the movies. You spice things up and try to make love over a webcam line, but it feels weird. You masturbate, but you don’t feel the love, it’s not the same. You need intimacy. A sexy Swedish blonde is doing her internship in the company. You get along. She’s wearing a skimpy red dress to the company gala, and she accidentally falls against you after a few drinks. Soft breasts. You think about accepting her ride to your home, but walk home to cool down instead, and realize how close you were to making a huge mistake. Had you just cheated on your girlfriend for having these thoughts? The rules were unclear. There were no rules. You should have made rules. You beat off, and inadvertently the blonde shows up in your fantasies. Was this cheating? If felt like cheating. The next time your girlfriend moans over Skype that she wants sex, you start to think about your own adventures, and the meaning of her words suddenly change. She said it at least thirty times before, but at that time, “she want’s sex” just meant that she wants you, and you felt good about yourself. Now it means that she is horny and willing to take any guy in her neighbourhood. Off course she’s not. But you know there’s a possibility, and it kills you inside. You count down, hesitant to pick up her calls, afraid that she will break up with you over the phone. She doesn’t. You hope everything returns to normal when you get back. I gulped down the whisky that I had ordered from the stewardess, and smiled when I looked out of the window. Finally, I was going home again, and all of these headaches were all over. A company car would pick me up from the airport, and I would go straight to Jess’ apartment again. We hadn’t made exact plans, but I could think of a few things to do. I hoped her roommate Chloe would be gone tonight so we would have some privacy. “So, big day today, huh? Don’t worry Jess, I made plans for tonight so you two lovebirds will have the apartment to yourselves.” “Come on Chloe, you don’t have to disappear, we don’t mind you being here at all.” “Jess - and I’m raising my eyebrow here - are you serious? It’s been six months. Twenty four weeks that you will have to make up for in just one night. You do not want me here.” “I guess you’re right. I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” “Nervous? Why? You two just passed the ultimate love test! You should be thrilled!” “Yeah um… It’s just that it’s been awhile since we… you know. What if… I don’t know...” “Jess. Not that again. Did you shave?” “Yeah, but what does that have to do with…” “You will be neat and naked, he will be horny. You do the math.” I tossed and turned my cell phone around in my hands while the businessman next to me made an in-flight call to his boss, or at least someone in power. I pondered about making a surprise call to her too, but the service rate was hardly cheap, and I was hardly rich. Sure, if the company credit card took care of it all like my neighbours’, it would be no problem. I decided not to. We managed six months - another six hours wouldn’t be the end of it. The more money I saved, the more I had left to pick her up a present from the airport gift shop. “Jess, I’m getting impatient of you pacing around the apartment. Here, have a drink, sit down. Look - if you worry too much, then just give him exactly what he wants. It will be great either way, but if it gives you some confidence, it could be worth a try.” “What he wants… what do you mean?” “I don’t know, you’re his girlfriend; he must have some kinks in the bedroom, every guy has at least one.” “No, I don’t think he does, we just…” “Jess. Listen to me. Every guy has at least one. Uniforms, whips, leather, feet, you name it. Think. What was the best sex you ever had? What happened before?” “I… I’m not telling you that, but…” “Fine, if you don’t want my help, I’ll get back to the dishes.” “Ok, ok - but don’t laugh at me.” “I’m listening.” “Do you remember the time when I slid the bathroom key under the door - off course you remember, you soaked your jeans right there - well, I was horny and desperate, and we made out in the shower and…” “Hey, I don’t need all the spicy details. Well, maybe I do, but not today. Ok, so he likes to see you antsy and bursting to pee. I get the appeal; you’re his sweet damsel in distress that he wants to save. Typical. Every man wants to be the hero of his girl. Well - this is easy. All we need is a simple scenario for a roleplay and… wait up, I’ll get something from my room, I have an idea.” “Ropes?” “Yep, ropes. Don’t worry, they’re special ones that don’t slice into your wrists when you stir.” “Wait, Chloe, what the hell are you talking about?” “His fantasy. He has a key to the apartment, right? Text him that he can come in on his own. Tease him. It’s mysterious, he’ll love it.” “And what will I do?” “Aha! You will be on your bed in your underwear. Just before he arrives, I will tie your hands and feet to the bed ends. And you make sure that you need the bathroom with some urgency. Don’t fake it, you’re a terrible actress. Drink some water, it should be easy to calculate how much. Let him save you, and be grateful,... really grateful.” “...” “What? Look, if you don’t want to do it, fine. He will be happy with a quick fix, either way. You’re both in love. But it’s not such a bad idea if you’re into it; he will know instantly how you planned this out for him, as if you were fantasizing about the moment for the entire past six months.” “Ok… maybe… I don’t know… and how much do I drink?” “Enough. Relax; it’s still a few hours - you should only start when there’s two hours left or so, with a few glasses, that should be plenty.” The seatbelt sign came on, and the soothing voice of the flight commander announced that we would start our descent in a few moments. I thought about the fact that I never had flown with a female pilot in the cockpit before, and wondered why that was. The weather outside seemed sunny, just like announced, and we would arrive half an hour earlier than originally planned, just like announced. I called Jess as soon as we were taxiing to the terminal. The conversation was quite short; there was a lot of noise in the airplane so I had to speak up rather loudly - it wasn’t the perfect setting for a lovely, enticing conversation. But the message came through, and she told me how she missed me, and how she wanted me to hurry. She didn’t tell why, and I wondered whether it was just love talk, or whether she really wanted me to make a dash for it for some reason. I would have to wait for my luggage anyway, but I hoped mine would be the first suitcase on the belt. “Ok Chloe, he just landed.” “Great. Did you go the bathroom?” “I just did.” “Great. Come, I’ll pour you something. No alcohol, it will only cloud your senses, and you’re drunk on love anyway. How long till he gets here?” “Hmm… he would text me when he arrived in our city’s district, but I think, over a little less than an hour and a half. One hour and a quarter, maybe.” “One hour and a quarter? Jess, I told you two hours! Oh well, it will do. How many glasses of water do you think you’ll need?” “I don’t know, one glass to start?” “One glass in a less than an hour and a half? Are you serious? You’ll need at least four glasses, believe me. I would even take five if I were me, and I know you can hold it as well as I do - we tested in more than one occasion, remember? Bathroom buddies when we go clubbing?” “Okay… two glasses, then.” “Two times two. Come on, drink.” “Ok, one down.” “Next! One and a quarter, one and a half, one and three quarters, two!” “I think this will be enough to…” “No effin’ way, Jess. At least four. You need to be convincing.” “Two. Ok, just another half a glass then.” “Here, drink. Two and a quarter, two and a half, two and a half, two and a half… come on, keep going. Don’t stop!” “That’s two and three quarters! That’s enough, Chloe.” “Ok, for now then, but you’ll need more in a few minutes, I assure you.” “Why are you so tough? You haven’t consumed a single drop yourself!” “Oh, you want me to drink along? Sure, I’ll show you that you’ll need four glasses. And I will not visit the bathroom in the apartment anymore, not before your boyfriend arrives. Heck, I’ll even lock the door to make my point.” “I was just kidding, you don’t have to prove yourself, but...” “One… Two… Three… and a half... Four.. and... a… a half... F... Fi... ah... Five. And that, is how it is done! Don’t laugh at me!” My heart was beating in my chest once I set foot on home soil. A lot can change in six months - the airport hall was completely remodeled since my departure, and I thankfully had the company driver to guide me through the maze. Had I changed? I believed not. Had Jess changed? I hoped not. Only less than an hour that kept us apart. The tension rose with every text I sent, documenting my journey towards her with great detail. “Oh. My God.” “What?” “You look so... seductive - I almost had forgotten you owned clothing other than sweatpants!” “Well, I never had reason to dress up in the last couple of months, but now that he’s back,... Anyway, he’s approaching the district, can you be gone in ten minutes?” “Yeah, of course, come on, I’ll tie you to the bed.” “Are you sure about this?” “Yeah, I’m sure. Foot!” “Hey, not too tight!” “Don’t be such a wuss, Jess, these ropes are delicate as a feather, your fragile ankles won’t feel a thing, I promise. Other foot!” “It’s just a little weird, I haven’t done anything like this before...” “Arm! Relax, he is going to like it, I guarantee you. I’ll do the dishes for a month if he doesn’t. The moment when he sees you squirming around, waiting for him to save you…” “Yeah, uhm - about that - I don’t think those three glasses were quite enough...” “Really? Arm! Come on Jess, you being desperate was eighty percent of the fantasy!” “Well, I do feel a little need, I could go, but I don’t HAVE to. It’s too late now, isn’t it?” “I don’t know, you still got ten minutes, I think you can still do some damage control - wait a second.” “Drink this.” “The whole bottle?” “The whole small bottle. Ten minutes, Jess - it has to run right through you, you’ll need as much as you can take.” “Fine.” “Good girl. Alright, now that you are all tied and filled up, I’m going to take off.” “Chloe?” “Yeah?” “I wonder... Have you ever had sex with a full bladder?” “I did.” “And?” “You know a good girl like me doesn’t kiss and tell… have fun!” The texting back and forth between Jess and me had come to an abrupt halt with a mysterious message - my eyes were glued to my phone for a few good seconds, trying to decipher the cryptic code within. I don’t know how much longer I can wait - I need you so bad right now. The front door is unlocked. Hurry. In any other situation and without context, I would have assumed that she was in serious trouble, but I was almost sure that it wasn’t the case now. There was a wink emoticon, and we had been busy warming each other up for the last couple of minutes. It was a lot more explicit than the last few vanilla messages though - or was I reading too much into it? She meant sex, right? Maybe not. Maybe she was just taking a hot dish out of the oven, and I needed to arrive before it got cold. Maybe. I texted her back, but I didn’t get an answer. I looked up to see where we were - a seven minute drive away from her apartment - and just captured how an oblivious driver flat out pulled out of a small alleyway, forcing our car onto the pavement while slamming the brakes. Asshole. I only stop for hot chicks, proclaimed his bumper sticker - the total douchebag level at least checked out. Fortunately, we were both unharmed and quickly back on our way, but unfortunately, that didn’t last very long. Two crossroads further, my driver pulled over onto a bus stop, checking his mirror in the process, and sighed. “Yeah, I think we got a flat tire.” Yet another delay. I stayed in the car while the company driver got out, and dialed Jess’ cellphone number, to let her know that I would arrive at her place later than expected. Her phone rang a couple of times, then I got her voicemail. I tried calling her again, same result, so I texted her, and got out of the car to see how the repairs were going. Turns out that there was no spare tire, and my driver had called the leasing company’s road assistance. I idled on the sidewalk for a good minute, and then made an impulsive decision - I chose to walk to her apartment. Waiting around while Jess was waiting for me was killing me inside, and while a fifteen minute walk could hardly be called heroic, I hoped it would be at least a little bit romantic. I said my goodbyes to the driver, gathered my belongings, and went on my way. “Chloe?” It was only a quarter of an hour later that I realised that my projected fifteen minute walk would be a little longer in time. Three blocks to go and I picked up my pace. Jess wasn’t responding to any of my texts, but I would be with her soon anyway. Finally. “Chloe! Oh God... CHLOE!” “Chloe, I’m serious, are you there? I think he’s late, and I really need to pee now! Please?” “CHLOEEEEE... Fuck... CHLOE!” “Chloe...” “Chloe... please untie me... please... before I...” When I arrived at Jess’ place, I found the door unlocked with a green post-it note on top of it, that said after unfolding: Welcome home sweetheart - strip to your boxers, don’t make a sound, and meet me in my room... which is exactly what I did without hesitating. Fighting the urge to rush the task, I tried to follow Jess’ instructions close to the letter. I managed to gently drop my shirt, shoes and socks into the sofa without making a single sound, but the adrenaline rushing through my body eventually got the upper hand of me. The metallic noise of my belt buckle falling onto the tiled floor filled the living room. Fuck. “Chloe? Thank god, please please come in quickly…” It was the first time in six long months that I heard my girlfriend’s voice in real life again, instead of over the phone, and to me, it sounded so sweet and divine, as if she was some goddess calling me from above. I didn’t even think about the possibility of her roommate being home home while I was standing in their living room half naked, I thought only about barging through her bedroom door to finally taste her lips again, and so I did. “Well, I’m not Chloe, but I think that...” My heartbeat stalled for a moment while I inspected the scene that I was walking into. Jess was lying on the bed all tied up, her nipples pointing through her bra towards the ceiling. Her legs - much like her arms - were spread entirely and with some imagination, I could see the outlines of her lips through the fabric of her panties. Her knees were unnaturally aimed towards each other, and the whole underside of her body seemed restless, as if something had stressed her out. “... Jess, are you alright? Who... what... Did someone break into the apartment while the door was unlocked?” She gave me a puzzled look, and then bursted out laughing compulsively, while I stood by her bedroom door studying her expression, not knowing how to react. Her eyes were closed and she had somewhat of a painful grimace on her face, but her smile seemed truly genuine, and I couldn’t resist grinning with her, like I was a complete idiot. Her laughter died out before mine, and she waved her butt around sensually, inviting me to come in bed with her. “It’s a surprise for you”, Jess said, using her most enticing voice, “I’ve been - waiting - a long time for you. Now I kind of have to pee, but... there’s something else I want you to do first, something I’ve been craving for since the day you left...” She slowly bit her lip softly and theatrically diverted her eyes towards her most intimate parts, making her intentions clear as ice to me. Although her lace panties were black, they worked as a red rag to a bull for me, and I quickly slammed the door shut before crawling into her bed, like a tiger observing its prey. I gently placed my fingers on her knee and slowly moved up her tense thighs, and she gasped, her bottom twisting and turning, my touch driving her totally crazy. I deliberately missed her crotch by just an inch, let my fingertips slip past her hard nipples, and tucked my hand behind her neck. I stared into her pleading eyes, pulled her head slightly towards me, and leaned over to passionately kiss her full on the lips. It had been so long since I touched her that I had trouble composing myself, but the feeling was mutual, as she forced her trembling lips onto mine again, harder than the first time. I laid beside her and admired her sexy body for a few good seconds; whether she wanted it or not, there was nothing that she could do in her tied up position, and I absolutely loved being in control of the situation. She was breathing loudly, and her legs were pulling the rope around her ankles frantically, trying to press her thighs together in vain. It wasn't until then that I noticed the bulge around her waist, and realised how badly she really needed to pee. I hesitated for a second and looked into her longing eyes again, giving her a chance to confess her need to me, in case she would want me to untie her before we moved any further. As if she was reading my mind, she slowly waved her butt back and forth again, clearly having trouble to keep the rest of her body still, and pointed her eyes towards her black panties again. She really wanted me to pleasure her first. I swiftly moved my hand down under and slipped my fingers right into her panties, instinctively placing them exactly where I knew she liked them, it was like riding a bike. I ran my fingertips over her sensitive spots to warm her up, and gasped when I felt how wet she already was just by the anticipation of making love with me. Not that I was truly surprised, since I was already rock hard myself, without Jess even having touched my erection. She moaned and told me to hurry up, which drove me even crazier; I plucked the condom from the nightstand, and dropped my boxers. I crawled onto the bed again, and my fingers grabbed the fabric of her panties so I could remove them, but then I realised that I wouldn’t be able to pull them down as long as her legs were spread by the rope around her ankles. Taken over by animal lust, I gently moved the fabric around her vulva aside, and pointed my erection towards her. I slowed down, placed it into position, ready to burst forth, and closed my eyes. “Stop - ah - stop... I can’t, stop, I can’t, honey, I’m sorry, I can’t, I’m so sorry!” I immediately pulled back and opened my eyes; a tear was running down Jess’ face. “I need to pee, I can’t hold it, please untie me, I don’t want to ruin my mattress!” I jumped out of the bed without hesitating, and went down on my knees so that I could untie my precious girlfriend in distress as quickly as possible. Confidently, I pulled the end of the rope and assured Jess that she would be out in a second - only to realize that the knot around her ankle wasn’t a conventional one, and that the rope didn’t come loose at all. I cluelessly looked up to Jess, but she had her eyes closed and couldn’t see me - I brainlessly tried the other ankle, hoping that it would come off easier, but to no avail. Jess had dropped all pretense and squirmed around in her bed for all that she had, her knees furiously moving around, and although I felt sorry for her, I couldn’t help to be aroused by the wonderful sight. The fabric of her panties was still aside, and the enticing slit between her thighs was sensually dancing with Jess’ movements. It was a mesmerising sight for a lustful man like me, and I could have stared at it all day long, but there were more urgent matters to take care of. So I stood up, and watched Jess’ body freeze for a good second, and she whimpered, before squirming around again. A short burst of pee dripped out from between her legs; she had leaked. I had to take more drastic measures. “Hold on Jess - I’ll be right back!” Jess moaned and I wondered whether she had spurted once again, while I spurted towards the kitchen to grab the scissors out of the silverware drawer; it wouldn’t be the most elegant or most heroic solution, but it would be the fastest one, and that was what Jess needed at that time. But much to my surprise, all the scissors and knives were taken out of the drawer, and there was just a simple note that said: “The greater the effort, the sweeter the reward. The easy way is no fun. Love, Chloe.” Perplexed, I turned the piece of paper around, and on the backside there was a copy of Chloe’s girl scout knot tying diploma - a particular knot was circled in red with the instructions how to tie the rope. My hands were shaking as I tried to figure out how to do the steps backwards, but then I heard Jess squeal, desperately begging me to help her, and I decided that I would just have to learn by doing it. I rushed into her room again, dropped the piece of paper on her nightstand, and pulled the particular side of rope highlighted in the last step. Adrenaline rushed through me while I succeed; one part of the knot came loose, and I recognized the remaining part from the penultimate picture. Jess clenched her fingers, and shuddered; I could have perfectly clocked the pressure waves overtaking her, urine no doubt rushing against the tormented muscles in her full bladder. The next step, however, seemed to be a little more tricky, and required a lot more of prying the rope, but I persistently followed through, determined to save Jess from her position before it would be too late. The problem was that, though, that when she desperately yanked her hands towards her, the rope would pull itself back into position, and I hardly gained ground. Knowing Chloe all too well, I soon realised that she had used a self-tying knot technique, and considerately asked Jess to try and keep her body under control as good as possible, to which she moaned in despair, nevertheless holding herself as still as she could. “I’ll try, I’ll try, please hurry!” I could only promise her to be as fast as I could; the rope prying was definitely more successful, and I could pull loop after loop from around her wrist. Ecstatic that her arm could move around a little further, she wildy twitched around again, making the last kinks in the rope harder to untangle, but after a good ten seconds of work, the knot came loose, and I scrambled onto the foot end of the bed, while Jess’ hand surged directly to her crotch. I was now in the front row again, and couldn’t resist to take a quick glance; her middle finger was jammed between her lips, her buttocks furiously rocking around, her thighs flexing themselves. She cried out to God more times than I could count, but I knew a divine intervention wouldn’t come and save her. Just three more knots, and she could rush towards the bathroom to get the relief she so badly needed. I gently requested her to lay still again, and she complied, but compared to her wrists, keeping her ankles still seemed to be extremely hard; so urgent was her need, that she had completely lost control over her body. I had just successfully loosened the first two loops when her breathing got heavier, and her legs started jerking around even wilder. The roped tied themselves tighter again, and there was nothing that I could do anymore, except telling Jess to lay still, but she didn’t seem to listen to me any longer. Powerless, I looked up to her, and noticed that all of her fingers were hugging her privates now, covering all of the skin between her thigh and her panties, and she shuddered a few times, before the jerking movement off her legs slowly died out. Glistening drops of pee were passing through her fingers, and soon joined their forces into a sizzling river delta; Jess had lost the battle against her full bladder and slowly but surely started wetting her bed. I hesitantly pried loose another loop, and then I realised there was nothing more that I could do; I had failed her. It would take me more than a minute to undo the rest of the ropes, and Jess simply didn’t have that time. The force of the stream coming from between her legs only got stronger, and the flood drenched the fabric of her panties, still hanging from the side, and landed into her bed. In a last effort to save her mattress, I looked around the room for a container of some sort, and noticed an empty plastic bottle standing on her night stand. Without overthinking it, I grabbed it from the table and pressed the opening it against Jess’ fingers. It wasn’t until then that I realised that the stream of her pee was so thick compared to the small gap in the bottle, and that pissing into one wasn’t as easy as it was for boys, but Jess played along anyway, no doubt in absence of a better option. Trembling, she moved her fingertips out of the way, and a short burst of pee sprung out of her body before I forced the bottle onto her lips. After a few corrections, the piece of plastic managed to collect most of the wetness, and we both heard the satisfying sound of the stream hitting the bottom of the bottle. Jess sighed and completely let go, pee gushing out her like a waterfall, the width of flood expanding, and thick drops splashed against the side of the bottle, all over my hands. In a second or fifteen, she filled the entire bottle, and before I properly realised it, the piece of plastic overflowed, pee waving onto her intimates again. I retracted the bottle, but Jess didn’t stop at all, her mattress ruined anyway, and blissfully continued emptying her bladder into her bed. We looked each other in the eye for few seconds after she finished, both of us unsure how to react, and then we both bursted out laughing at the complete absurdity of this situation. While I told her how much I loved her, and she told me how much she loved me, I untied her ropes, and we cuddled on the dry side of the bed. She started kissing all over my body, and then playfully pulled me out of bed. I followed her towards Chloe’s bedroom, admiring her sexy bottom as she leaped through the living room naked. We made love in her roommate’s bed out of revenge. It wasn’t the sex best I’ve ever had, but it was certainly the hottest. Fortunately we did it more than once that night. THE END
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