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  1. I've been experiencing writer's block with this, and feeling more shy about posting my fantasies, but I'll try this again, if only for people who want to see the types of wettings involved. Contains male and female wetting. I don't usually do male but I thought I'd do a bit for the male omo lovers looking for more male content. Feeling pretty nervous about posting this, and I hope it's good enough for anyone into male or female wetting. Also this will be fiction, not fan fiction, so none of the Equestria Girls that no one's interested in. Wetting After A Wedding Hector and Amber had just finished their wedding party, and were on their way to a cabin they had rented for their honeymoon, which was a few minutes outside a city just over an hour away from where they lived. Hector was a handsome man with dark hair. He wore a black tuxedo he'd gotten for the wedding, and gray boxer briefs underneath. He was driving the car, which had a "Just Married" sign on the back for the occasion. Amber was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She wore a white wedding dress that wasn't very puffy, and pink panties underneath. They had drank a lot of punch at the wedding, and they had been so excited to get to their cabin that they had forgotten to use the bathroom before they left. They were feeling an urge to pee, and knew there was no gas station between their home city and the cabin. Fortunately, they had gotten the key to the cabin before the wedding, so as soon as they reached the cabin they could go in and use the bathroom. Hector had even offered to let Amber use the bathroom first and then pee outside, since no one would be around to witness it. However, when they were approximately fifteen minutes away from the cabin, they hit a traffic jam that was lined as far as the eye could see. They had no idea what was happening, but they hoped it wouldn't last long. They were feeling their need to pee increase drastically so they couldn't sit still anymore. "I really need to go!" said Amber, fidgeting in her seat and trying her hardest to hold it in. "Me too," said Hector, holding himself. He had his car in Park so he didn't have to keep his foot on the brake. A few minutes went by, and the traffic didn't budge an inch. "Let's go find a bush we can go behind," said Hector. Amber didn't like the idea of peeing outside, but it was preferable to wetting herself. They were just about to open the doors when there was a flash of lightning, and it started to rain hard. "Damn it," said Hector. "We can't go outside in this thunder." "If only it was just rain," said Amber, blushing lightly as she was sure Hector knew what she was implying she'd do if it was. "If only," said Hector, who was also thinking the same thing. They saw a dark-haired girl in a green tank top and short, skintight black shorts step outside into the rain. She had a relieved expression on her face for about ten seconds, and then at the next flash of lightning, she ran back into her car, soaking wet. "What a daredevil," said Hector. "Good thing she didn't get struck by lightning." Amber groaned. The rain was making it harder to hold it. She fidgeted harder, trying to avoid soiling her wedding dress. "Don't worry," said Hector. "It couldn't possibly last much longer. If there was an accident up ahead, they'll clear it out in no time." "They'd better, or there'll be an accident in here soon," said Amber. "Two accidents," Hector corrected her. An hour went by. The cars didn't move, and the thunderstorm didn't let up. Hector and Amber became more desperate, and by now a lot of other people in over half the cars were desperate as well. Between the rain and having to hold it for an extended period of time, a redhead with a ponytail couldn't hold it anymore and peed in her jean shorts. About ten minutes later, a man with shoulder length blonde hair wet his black sweatpants. More people in the cars began to wet themselves as the minutes go by, and those that stayed dry became more desperate. "I don't know if I can hold it," said Amber, squirming harder in her seat. "Neither am I, but they have to get moving soon," said Hector, who had stopped grabbing his cock and was now crossing his legs, hoping this would help him hold it longer. Another hour went by, and Hector and Amber grew more desperate than they had ever been in their lives. They nearly lost it at the next crash of thunder. Many people in the other cars weren't as lucky. An athletic couple in a sports car lost control and wet themselves. The man was blonde and slightly muscular, wearing a white tank top and a pair of red shorts, and the woman had long brown hair, wearing a skintight gray romper that showed wetness easily. They blushed, but noticed each other peeing at the same time, and laughed it off. Hector and Amber were squirming hard now. Hector was now holding himself again and Amber was crossing her legs. She whimpered as she leaked a little into her panties. "Are you all right?" said Hector. "I just leaked a little," Amber said. "Come on, this can't go on much-" There was another crash of lightning. Hector leaked a bit, dampening his underwear, and Amber leaked for three seconds. "I really don't think I can hold it..." Amber whimpered. "I think I'm gonna have an accident in my dress..." "Same here," said Hector. He felt another leak for three seconds, but managed to hold the rest of it back. Slowly, more people in the other cars began to wet themselves. A bald businessman peed in his suit. An attractive Asian woman peed her skintight black pants. A thin man with dark blonde hair pissed his jeans. A blonde woman with a ponytail wet her light blue miniskirt and black panties. Amber stopped fidgeting and crossed her legs with her eyes closed tight, feeling another five-second leak soak her underwear further. "I'm not gonna make it..." Hector wasn't doing much better, holding himself as hard as he could, but leaking for four seconds despite this, dampening his pants. "Neither am I..." "Oh no... it's coming out..." Amber was leaking again, but this leak wouldn't stop. Instead it became a powerful stream that soaked her panties. The crotch of her dress turned from white to yellow, and she could feel her butt become soaked, as well as the seat under her. Amber was blushing beet red. Hector could hear the sound of Amber peeing herself. Maybe he'd also reached his limit, maybe hearing Amber's accident pushed him to it, or maybe he subconsciously wanted to make her feel better. Whatever the reason, his bladder gave out and he started to pee in his tuxedo pants, soaking his crotch and butt, and the driver's seat of his car. His pants glistened with the wetness from his stream. "I'm peeing too," he said. They were both red in the face with embarrassment from having an accident in front of each other, but the fact that they were wetting together did make them a little less uncomfortable about it. Amber let out a sigh of dismay at her potty failure, with a bit of relief at letting go. She couldn't believe she was peeing in her wedding dress. "It's all right, Amber," said Hector. "You were planning to trash that dress in the mud anyway." They both knew there was a mud pit just outside the cabin. Amber giggled a little. "But what about the seat of your car?" "Seats. And I know a cleaner that can get pee stains out." "I hope that tuxedo wasn't too expensive." "I usually dress more casual, plus I have a different suit for occasions. I guess I can trash this tuxedo in the mud with you." She punched his arm lightly. "We could have a mud fight." "That will be fun." They finished peeing. Their crotches, butts, and seats were soaked, and the car was full of the smell of urine, but they didn't mind anymore. If anything the double wetting made them closer, and they'd probably even joke about it to each other in the future. They had to sit in their wet state for another hour before the traffic finally got moving. The storm stopped before they got to their cabin. Because of the rain, the mud pit was very wet. They played around in the mud for about half an hour, and then took a bubble bath together, still in their heavily soiled tuxedo and wedding dress, scrubbing each other. Then they changed into dry, clean, casual outfits and enjoyed their honeymoon. Their tuxedo and dress had been damaged beyond repair from the pee and the mud, but they kept them until the end of their honeymoon whenever they felt like playing in the mud. Sometimes they'd even not use the bathroom before playtime and pee in them again. ... In the nearby city, Cynthia sat at a table, drinking a big cup of tea. She was a beautiful dark-haired woman with eyeliner and lipstick, and wore a purple sleeveless dress that went down to her knees (with purple panties underneath), and wore a few rings on her fingers. She looked like a queen. She hoped that her plan had worked; that the traffic jam had caused a lot of pee accidents. She loved to force people to wet themselves, as did the three people she'd hired to help with her plans, whom she had instructed to block all three lanes of the road 15 minutes outside of the city to start a traffic jam. The forecast for a big thunderstorm had at least been accurate, which was why she'd chosen today, knowing almost no one would dare go outside of their car to pee in a thunderstorm. Once she finished her tea, she was craving some Sprite, so she walked to the fridge, picked up a 1-liter bottle, and drank it. She had just set the bottle down, when her subordinates entered. Rex was a man with dark hair and a beard, and wore a gray suit. Andrew was a man with brown hair, and wore a leather jacket and jeans. Wendy was a woman with long brown hair, and wore a red T-shirt and jeans. They did not look pleased, and their pants were wet at the crotch and butt. "Did it work?" said Cynthia. "We're pretty sure it did," said Rex irritably. "It worked so well that WE all wet ourselves too!" "Why didn't you take this into account?" said Wendy. "It crossed my mind," Cynthia replied nonchalantly. "But surely you're up for it if it means making others wet themselves. That's what you're all about, isn't it?" "Making OTHERS wet themselves, not us!" said Andrew. "I don't really like being on the receiving end of it." "Neither do I," sand Rex. "We quit! We'll never make anyone have an accident again!" "Well, just one more," said Wendy. Without warning, Rex and Andrew ran at Cynthia and grabbed her arms. Wendy tied her hands behind her back, then Rex and Andrew held her feet together while Wendy tied them as well. "What are you doing?" said Cynthia. "Letting you know how it feels," said Rex. "This isn't funny!" Cynthia squirmed. "I have to go to the bathroom!" The tea she drank had already gone through her. "We'll untie you once you've wet yourself twice," said Wendy. "And we'll stay in our wet pants until then to remind you." Cynthia groaned and tried uselessly to hold it.
  2. This is a true experience that took place a couple of years ago, when I had just started my very first job after graduating university. I was assigned to a major project being run in the company’s UK head office, which was around a 2 hour drive from where I lived, but could take longer depending on traffic. On my first day on the project I woke up early at 5am, used the bathroom and had a shower, wanting to set off early to avoid being caught in the morning rush hour traffic. Wanting to impress my new work colleagues I decided to dress professionally, in a light blue fitted shirt (sleeves rolled up because it was a warm day), slim fit grey suit trousers, black CK boxers, black socks and a pair of smart black shoes. I was quite tired after getting up so early, so I drank two very large mugs of tea to help wake me up. I had a little bit of preparation work to do before leaving and was quite thirsty, so as well as the tea I ended up drinking a couple of large pint glasses of water as I worked (around 1 litre in total). I left my house a short time after 7am, a bit later than I planned to, and not long after setting off I wished I'd had one last pee before leaving because I could feel my bladder starting to fill up after all the tea and water I’d drank earlier. After around half an hour in the car I was making steady progress, but now had to fidget around a bit in my seat as I was really starting to need a piss quite urgently, my bladder rapidly becoming fuller, firmer and more uncomfortable as the minutes passed. After another half an hour I started to hit really bad morning rush hour traffic as I reached the outskirts of the town where the head office was located, and by this point I was absolutely dying to go for a piss, desperately hoping I would find somewhere convenient to stop so I could run to the gents and relieve myself. I squirmed in my seat and tapped my thigh as the traffic crawled along, occasionally reaching down to squeeze myself through my trousers as I looked around desperately for somewhere suitable to stop. After a few minutes crawling along in slow moving traffic I saw a petrol station up ahead and decided to pull in and take an urgently-needed toilet break. I parked up and hurried inside, quickly looked around but couldn’t find the toilets anywhere. I asked the woman on the till, who told me apologetically that they didn’t have any toilets for customers. I tried to hide my disappointment as I bobbed on the spot and stepped from foot to foot, asking her if she would possibly let me use the staff toilet really quickly. Although she was very sympathetic (I think she could tell that I was bursting to go), she explained that she wasn’t allowed to let customers through to the staff room where the staff toilet was located. I said that was fair enough and thanked her anyway, and she gave me a sympathetic look and said "I’m really sorry, hope you find somewhere". I returned to my car and gave myself another squeeze through my trousers, leaning forward and moaning under my breath, then set off again towards the office. After another half an hour or so spent sitting in agonisingly slow stop-start traffic, squirming and bending forwards in my seat, jiggling my thighs, fanning them in and out and squeezing my cock tightly with one hand as I worked the pedals, I was now really close to the office. I still hadn’t found anywhere to stop and use the gents, and by this point I was so incredibly desperate to urinate that I was in real danger of completely soaking my trousers and car seat if I didn’t find somewhere to relieve myself very, very soon. The problem was that my sat nav had directed me to a quiet residential street and told me that I had reached my destination, but I could see no sign of the back entrance to the office car park that I was looking for. I pulled over and looked at my phone to try and find the correct route, bouncing my legs frantically and holding myself with my other hand. “Oh God I need a piss” I muttered to myself as I checked my phone, which also seemed to indicate that I was very close to the entrance. I sighed in frustration and got out of the car, and just for a second I was seriously considering relieving myself quickly against one of my wheels, or into a clump of nearby bushes, just for a few seconds to release a tiny amount of the relentless pressure on my bladder, but there were far too many houses around and I was worried about being seen. As discreetly as I could, I undid the clasp of my trousers and pulled down the zip slightly, trying to give my very full bladder a bit more room. I walked up the road, trying not to jolt my bladder around too much, hoping to find the entrance to the car park (or somewhere discreet enough for a very quick pee), but I couldn’t see it anywhere. I went back to my car, standing facing the door as I looked for a different address for the office on my phone, crossing my legs and reaching down to give my cock a nice, hard squeeze for a few seconds through my trousers. "Ohh I really need to go" I sighed to myself. I was really, really tempted to pull down my zipper just a little bit more and relieve myself discretely for a moment against one of the tyres on my car, just a quick spurt of pee, but I noticed somebody walking in my direction from further up the road, and I was sure that she would see me. I had found the address for the main entrance to the office so I got back into the car and put this into my sat nav, which told me that the office was located at the far end of a nearby business park. I sighed in frustration, squeezed myself again and set off quickly, hoping to get there before I soaked my car seat (and my suit trousers) with a waterfall of piss. It was now just after 9am and the traffic at this time was really bad, so it was another 15 or 20 minutes before I eventually battled through queues of cars to find the entrance to the business park and drive as quickly as possible to find the office. Eventually I saw the office building up ahead and found the main car park entrance, and I joined the queue of around 4 cars waiting to get through the security barrier. As I pulled up to the back of the queue and concentrated on remembering my employee ID number, I felt a few drops of pee dribble out into my boxers. I swore and immediately reached down to hold myself, loosening my seatbelt which was tight across my rock solid bladder. "Oh come on, come on, come on I need a PISS"’ I moaned out loud, leaning forwards in my seat and unzipping my trousers further before squeezing myself hard, tapping my thigh in frustration with my other hand. My boxers felt damp against my penis and I knew that I didn’t have much longer before I lost control. It took another couple of precious minutes to get through the barrier and find a parking space. With every short delay, I was getting closer and closer to losing control of my bladder and soaking myself. I had to tense my thighs and grit my teeth as my car went over the speed bumps in the car park, making me moan out loud as my full-to-the-brim bladder was jolted and shaken around. By the time I had finally parked up I had lost another few dribbles of pee into my already damp boxers. "Fuck I’m gonna piss myself" I moaned under my breath, holding and squeezing with one hand as I shut the engine off. Relief was so close now, I just had to hang on for a few more frantic minutes until I’d made it across the car park, signed in at the reception desk and then found the nearest toilet. I stepped out of the car and jiggled on the spot as I zipped up my trousers and re-fastened the clasp, sucking in air through my teeth as my bulging bladder was pressed snugly and firmly against the waistband. I was so, so incredibly desperate to piss, absolutely frantic to relieve myself. The urge to relax my muscles and piss into my trousers right there next to my car was almost unbearable. Again, I was seriously considering trying to pee discretely next to my car, just for a couple of seconds to relieve some of the agonising pressure, but as soon as I started to loosen my zip a woman pulled into a parking space very close by. I blushed, turning towards my car and opening the passenger door to grab my laptop bag, quickly zipping my trousers back up. She smiled at me and we exchanged a friendly "Good morning!" as she walked past, her high heels clicking on the ground. It was no good, there were too many people around and far too risky to try and piss where I was, I had no choice but to clamp my muscles tightly and last for just a few more minutes. I walked into the office as quickly as possible without jiggling my bladder too much, desperately trying not to wet myself. As I walked, I felt a leak of piss dribble into my boxers then slowly trickle down one of my thighs. I reached down and squeezed myself again before quickly letting go. "Come on, come on, not long now, just hold on" I thought to myself, willing my bladder to contain the ocean of piss inside until I found a toilet. I glanced down, but despite all the leaks I didn’t notice a wet spot on my grey suit trousers. Entering through the doors, I looked around the huge reception area, impressed at the size and architecture of the building but also disappointed that I couldn’t see a toilet. I hoped I’d be able to find one further inside after I’d signed in. There were two receptionists sitting at the large round wooden desk, one of them was talking to the woman who I’d just seen in the car park, and the other receptionist was free. Lucky really, there was absolutely no way that I could possibly stand still and wait in a queue at reception even for a couple of minutes without losing the battle with my bladder. I walked over to the receptionist, a very friendly and attractive blonde lady in her 30s, and told her my name, explaining where I was normally based and why I was visiting the office, trying to keep my voice steady and not dance around on the spot too much. I showed her my work ID card and she handed me a form to collect some details. I jiggled up and down a bit as I wrote down my information, stepping from foot to foot and occasionally crossing my legs while bobbing on the spot, squeezing my thighs together. I absolutely could not stand still anymore and the only thing on my mind was reaching a toilet before I wet myself. It was probably really obvious to anyone looking at me that I was bursting for a pee but I was almost past caring at that point. I just really, really, really needed to find the gents before I had a very embarrassing accident and made a puddle in the reception area. As I finished writing my car registration number down on the form I lost control again just for a moment, a longer spurt this time, with more dribbles of warm piss escaping my bladder and trickling gradually down my leg towards my sock. I sighed quietly under my breath and placed the completed form and pen down on the reception desk, bending forwards slightly and pressing my clenched fist against my crotch just for a moment before straightening up and stepping from foot to foot again. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to wet myself in the lobby of head office, right there in front of the receptionist. I glanced at my watch. It was now almost 9:30am. I crossed my legs again and bent forwards slightly, placing my hand in my pocket to hold my leaking cock. I thought back to when I had last pissed, at 5am that morning, which was really only a few hours ago but felt like absolutely ages. My boxers felt soaking wet with pee and I was sure that a small wet spot must have appeared on my trousers, but I didn’t dare look. The receptionist glanced up and took the finished form, thanked me and asked me to hold on a moment while she activated my visitor’s pass, which would allow me to get into the main office area. She asked me if I’d had a long drive, and I nodded. “Yeah, just under two and a half hours, traffic was a nightmare” I said breathlessly as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, still holding myself through my pocket, trying (and failing) not to let on that I was about to piss myself in front of her. She laughed and told me “Oh it's always bad on that route, there’s not really anywhere to stop for a loo break either” she said, giving me a knowing smile. I blushed, wondering if she’d noticed how badly I needed to pee. I had to wait for a few more vital seconds as she finished activating my pass on her computer, expecting to lose control at any moment, squeezing my soaking wet cock as hard as I could through my pocket. My muscles felt weak, fatigued by holding a painfully full bladder for so long, and I actually couldn’t believe I was still holding on. I had never been so close to wetting myself in public before, but was determined to hold out until I’d finally reached a toilet. Relief was so, so close now. "All done, here’s your pass, do you want me to call someone to collect you?" she asked, smiling at me as she held out the visitor’s pass. "No that’s OK thanks, I’ll find the way" I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was for my new colleagues to see me in this state, desperate to piss and with soon to be soaking wet trousers. She smiled at me and said "OK!", and I thanked her and began to turn around and head for the doors to the main office before turning back quickly, my cheeks already blushing at what I was about to ask. "Actually, sorry, erm, where abouts are the toilets?" I asked shyly, keeping my voice quiet, jiggling on the spot. She smiled at me again and replied "Use your pass to go through the revolving doors over there on the left hand side, go through another set of doors which again you’ll need to use your pass to get through, then go through the door immediately to your left after that second set of doors and you’ll see a long corridor, then you’ll find the toilets at the very far end on the left hand side. There’s also more upstairs on the upper floors" she said quickly, clearly well rehearsed in instructing visitors where to find the toilets. Then, noticing my slight hesitation (I’d already forgotten half the steps, far too desperate to concentrate) she asked "Would you like me to show you the way?" "Yeah, please, thank you so much" I said gratefully, yet again having to cross my legs and bob on the spot, bending forwards slightly. She turned to the other receptionist, who was in the middle of signing in the woman I’d said Good Morning to."Back in a sec, I’m just leaving the desk for a moment so I can show this young man where the toilets are" she said, and the other receptionist laughed and said OK, glancing at me and smiling, as did the woman she was signing in. My cheeks went even redder as by now it was probably fairly obvious to everybody in the reception area that I was absolutely bursting for the toilet, but I just couldn't hide it. If I tried to stand still or stop fidgeting around I'd almost certainly piss myself, which would obviously be far more embarrassing. The receptionist left the desk and we walked quickly towards the doors, her heels tapping sharply on the wooden floors. I think she sensed my urgency and didn’t want to delay me any further. She showed me how to swipe my pass to get through the revolving security doors, and then took me through the second set of doors."‘Just down here, walk all the way to the end and you'll see the door to the gents on your left hand side" she said politely as she opened yet another door, leading to a long, quiet corridor. I thanked her breathlessly as I stepped through the door, another dribble of wee escaping into my boxers, barely holding onto my bladder now that relief was only moments away. "You’re welcome" she said warmly, smiling at me again before turning to head back to reception. I rushed down the long corridor towards the toilets, walking so quickly that I was almost jogging, reaching down to hold myself again as I felt another long spurt of piss teasing its way down my leg, shortly followed by another. "Fuck I’m pissing, I can’t hold it, it’s coming out" I moaned softly, and as I closed in on the door to the gents I started to unbuckle my belt and open the clasp of my waistband in fierce anticipation. I slammed the door open, another long leak trickling into my very wet boxers, and was pleased to see that nobody else was in there. There was a single toilet cubicle directly in front of me, a sink to my left and a single urinal on the wall at the back. Not breaking stride, I strode into the cubicle, my belt already unbuckled and the waistband of my trousers opened, and turned around to slam the door closed behind me. I bounced frantically as I fiddled with the lock, feeling yet another jet of piss burst out into my boxers and dribble warmly down my thighs, before whipping round and struggling to unzip my trousers. In my haste, the zip had got caught in the material, so I had to slowly ease it free before unzipping them the rest of the way. As I fiddled around desperately with the zip, standing there bouncing in desperation right in front of the toilet, I swore under my breath as I felt my muscles finally give up the fight against the ocean inside me. I started peeing forcefully into my boxers, unable to hold back for a moment longer, and a couple of seconds later I finally managed to unzip myself and hurriedly pull out my cock which was still peeing freely, accidentally spraying piss all around the toilet before pointing my stream down into the water. The sound of my wee splashing forcefully against the water immediately filled the small bathroom, and my bladder was so painfully full that it took a good few seconds of very forceful pissing before I eventually started to feel like I was emptying it. I moaned out loud as I noisily relieved my bursting, bulging, throbbing bladder, my strong stream going on and on with no signs of slowing down, and the feeling of releasing the pressure was just so good. I had been absolutely aching and longing to piss for hours and I couldn’t quite believe that I had made it without completely wetting myself. I hadn’t made it completely dry though, as even as the piss continued to stream out of me with force into the water below, I could feel how soaked my boxers were against my skin and how damp the legs of my trousers had become. I could actually feel trickles of warm pee still moving down my legs and slowly soaking into my socks. I’m sure I was pissing hard for over a minute before I felt my stream eventually lose some pressure, continuing for another minute or so into a slow trickle. I pushed out a few more final spurts and sighed loudly as I finally finished my massive pee. Relief! The feeling was almost too good to put into words. I looked down to check my boxers and trousers. The entire front of my boxers was completely drenched, absolutely sopping wet with piss. Thankfully though, my trousers weren’t too bad. There was a small damp patch just visible on the crotch, a only a couple of noticeable darker streaks on my inner thighs. Thankfully my boxers had done a very good job of absorbing most of the leaks and spurts, and I was glad that I had chosen to wear darker grey suit trousers rather than a lighter shade. I used toilet paper to dab my boxers and trousers dry as best I could, then a few more minutes using the powerful hand dryer by the sink, standing on my tiptoes so that the hot air reached my crotch (listening carefully for any footsteps coming down the corridor). Luckily nobody else came in, and despite my boxers still feeling damp and a very faint darker patch just about visible on the crotch of my trousers, I managed to get myself pretty much dry. Just before I left the bathroom I noticed that I actually really needed to piss again, so I relieved myself into the urinal. I was peeing for a surprisingly long time and I wondered if my bladder had been so full earlier that I hadn’t been able to empty it completely. Eventually, I washed and dried my hands and left the bathroom, my bladder still aching slightly from holding so much, but happy and relieved that I had just about managed to avoid a very public wetting accident at work.
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  4. ‘Oh. It won’t open!’ ‘Oh. I’m sure they will realise what’s happened and be right back. I’ll....I’ll need to wait a bit longer for that break. Any idea what task we have to do?’ James and June both sit down at the table and turn the iPads on. Less than a minute later the task appears on the screen. “Understanding what a client really needs: Your task this afternoon is to discuss how to interpret what a client really needs without them saying. This is about understanding body language, listening for subtleties in their language, knowing how to respond to their need appropriately and leaving them fulfilled and satisfied. The more we can read a client the more we, as a company, can meet their need and support them.” The room is silent other than the tapping of James’s foot rhythmically on the tiled floor of the small room. ‘Doesn’t seem too bad. Do you mind if I have a bit to eat first before we start?’ ‘No, of course not. I’ll just try the door again if you don’t mind. I won’t be a few minutes.’ James stands, walking behind the flip chart nervously, heading for the food laid out in the table. Putting a few sandwiches and a piece of pizza on a paper plate he curls his toes and tenses his muscles as he hears June trying the door again. If she opens it he is definitely putting the plate down and running to the gents. His need now very consuming, so much so he’s finding it hard to hide it. June pulls the handle down but still the door doesn’t open. She tugs then even knocks, but whilst they can hear voices the other side no-one appears to hear them. Carrying his plate back to the end of the table James sees June out the corner of his eye as she pulls one leg behind her and moves from foot to foot. ‘What’s the name of this place again James? I’ll try Googling them and see if reception can get someone to unlock this door. I could really do with....a breath of fresh air before we start this. Oh is that pizza any better than it looks? I haven’t eaten for hours but....’ ‘City hotel I think’ James mutters between bites. ‘High street, Birmingham. I didn’t note this room number though, did you?’ ‘Shit! I never even thought to look. Maybe if I tell them what conference it is and stuff they will find us anyway? Oh God this is not how I wanted my day to go!’ James feels exactly the same and the more he looks at June the more his mind wonders if she might actually be wanting the same thing he is? She is certainly flustered, stressed even, antsy and agitated, and even as she Googles on her phone she looks restless and fidgety. At least while she is occupied he takes the chance to slip a hand under the table and give himself a squeeze. Oh God that felt so much better, but his bladder aches and the sooner the door gets unlocked and he can get to piss the better! June dials the number she found on google as she swings her feet back and forth waiting for it to be answered. Oh how they need to find them quickly and unlock the door! She’s bursting for a wee but it was just far too unprofessional to say that to James, who she not only barely knows especially as he seems lovely, handsome and pretty damn sexy too. This is so embarrassing! Finally the phone is answered as she wants to scream as a recorded voice answers Covering the phone as if the person can hear June sighs, looking over at James whose face is flushed and his mouth tense. ‘Oh God above it’s one of those bloody press 1 for this and 2 for that menu things! Like there’s gonna be a bloody number for if you are locked in one of our corporate business rooms by mistake please press 8 and one of our assistants will be with you shortly! I hate these bloody things don’t you!’ James laughs. Not only is June nice to look at but she’s funny too. If he’d had a drink he’d probably have spat it out at her last comment but then again if he had a drink he’d probably burst his already over full bladder right now. He looks over at June glad to see her more focussed on the phone as the brief laughter causes him to almost leak a few drops of urine in his boxers. Grabbing himself a little longer than he did before he squirms in his seat as he smiles and listens to June talking. ‘No. Yes. No I haven’t got a booking! I am already in the hotel. No no not room service. I’m stuck in one of your rooms! I’m with Co-op banking at their conference. Could you get a message to the company and ask them to check all the meetings rooms please? I’ve accidentally been locked in one and really need out. Ok. No no. It needs to be right now. Yes I know the conference finishes in a few hours but...yes if you could just pass a message onto the CEO that would be great. Thanks!’ ‘That went well then?’ This time June laughs at the sarcasm too. ‘About as much use as a chocolate teapot! I just hope they pass the message on. I REALLY need out of here. Like now! No offence or anything. It’s just...’ ‘Do you want some pizza while we wait? Or a sandwich?’ There’s a kettle if you want tea?’ ‘Oh God not tea. Anything but tea! I’ve drank more than enough of that already this morning!’ ‘Me too!’
  5. James and June sat close by each other in the first post-Covid conference of a well known U.K. company. Everyone in attendance was in formal smart clothing; James wore his suit and tie and June a skirt suit with a cream blouse. They vaguely recognised each other from past such conferences but working at different offices they were still relative strangers. They sat in a large conference room at tables listening to the CEO and company reps talking as they both drank endless amounts of tea, coffee and water to keep themselves alert. By mid morning both felt uncomfortable but as lunch break seemed imminent the6 decided to wait and find the toilets during the break. Annoyingly the speakers continued to drone on as their bladders continued to fill, the speaker going on about various projects that the company have in mind and how these are time precious due to Covid delays. It becomes quite obvious to them both that the company plan on getting work started on these projects before the end of the conference and James and June’s suspicions are confirmed when lists of small groups are announced with rooms they have to go to. Both of them, unbeknown to the other, think this will be after lunch and they start restlessly looking forward to being dismissed so they can find the loos. However, the company have other plans! A senior member of staff then takes the microphone and starts announcing names, some larger groups, some smaller, and some just pairs of people. June uncrosses and recrosses her legs the other way wondering when her name will be called and hoping the long list of names will end soon so she can finally visit the ladies. She notices James is swinging and bouncing his knee continually but she thinks nothing of it. As people start gathering their bags and coats as their names are called, they are lead group by group out the main hall and into various rooms. June now realises that a buffet lunch has been set up in all the various locations for each group and that each group has a project to complete during the afternoon. Time ticks on as neither of their names seem to be being called as everyone around them leaves and heads in different directions. Finally June hears her name followed by James something or other, but she struggles standing up, gathering her things anxiously, planning to find where she has to be before finding the toilets as a matter of urgency. She glances behind and sees James standing too as he follows behind her. They are lead to a smallish meeting room and the company rep unlocks the door using a keypad and ushers them in. He points out that tea, coffee, water and juice are on one table and plates of food on another with two iPads, whiteboard pens and whiteboards and a large flip chart standing in the corner.. There is a table with four chairs in the middle and June puts her coat over one and place her handbag on the table about to ask if she could just pop to the loo.... June notices James putting his suit jacket over another chair as he remains standing too but the door closes and the rep leaves. It’s just the two of them in the room alone. They shake hands and introduce themselves to each other with both of them standing and moving from foot to foot. “Sorry” June says, “The morning dragged in and I could do with a quick break before we stands if that’s ok?” James smiles down at her (he’s much taller than she is) and moves from foot to foot. ”So glad you said that actually! I could really go a break too. I’ll get you back here in a few minutes?” June agrees and James goes to open the door. it won’t open. They are locked in....
  6. She wouldn’t let him go: the cab driver Jackson hated driving in the city centre with its spaghetti junctions, complex one way systems and stopping every few minutes at more traffic lights, but what he hated even more than that was public transport. The thought of who had sat on the seat before you, who had coughed, sneezed or wiped all sorts in the area before you grossed him out. If he could only utilise chauffeur driven limos everywhere life would be dandy. In fact a private jet would be even better! Yet this afternoon, try and he could, he couldn’t avoid having to be at a big meeting in the centre of the city. He needed to impress, in fact he tingled at the thought of shaking hands with certain people who would be there. Connections were everything in his game. Today mattered greatly. Jackson smoothed his Valentino trousers and straightened his silk tie. If first impressions mattered he had this nailed. Finishing his coffee he placed his mug in the sink for the cleaner and picked up his laptop bag. Time mattered greatly and he smugly grinned as he thought how ingenious his plan to get a prestige private cab company to transport him was. He looked out from his wide full length windows as he waited for the cab to pull into the gated private car park. It arrived right on time and Jackson gave his hair one last run through with his fingers as he stepped out the luxury cottage and into his own stoned driveway. He paused as he looked at the inconspicuous back cab and blinked as he saw something startling about the driver: she was female! Why this mere fact had never occurred to him as a possibility he didn’t know as he shook his head and climbed in. A female cab driver? Well as long as she got him to his meeting on time maybe it wasn’t such an issue after all. It wasn’t like he’d need to make conversation or anything. Sitting back on the leather seat in the rear area he confirmed his destination before belting up and fishing out his phone from his pocket and a bottle of juice from his bag. He popped open the bottle of liquid and guzzled some as he scrolled through fresh emails. He may as well get comfortable as the journey would take at least an hour. ‘Off anywhere special then?’ ‘Emmm. Yes. A very important meeting actually so please make sure I arrive on time. I have some work to do while you drive so would prefer not to be interrupted if that’s ok.’ ‘As you wish sir.’ The journey continued in silence, only interrupted by the clicking of buttons on Jackson’s phone and the whooshing noise of emails being sent. At one point Jackson looked up and through the glass to the front of the cab as he saw the back of the drivers head and shoulders. The long shiny black hair that fell down softly on the drivers back reminded him that he was being transported by a female and the tender smaller hands he could see on the steering wheel and gears made him wonder just how old the driver might be. He hadn’t seen her face at all but her voice had definitely been firm but young sounding. He finished his bottle of juice and looked out the passenger window. Taking a moment to glance at his Apple Watch he was surprised to see he’d only been in the cab around ten minutes so far but a nagging thought he had forgotten to do something filled his mind. As he thought back to what he had been doing before leaving he still couldn’t work out what he might have forgotten. Less than ten minutes later it hit him with a jolt: he hadn’t been to the toilet before leaving! How has he forgotten such a basic thing? Passing a sign for services with a picture of toilets had suddenly made him realise he could actually do with a visit to the gents. Sigh. He’d just go as soon as he got to the building in the city. As the journey continued on the motorway Jackson passed the time on his phone reading through documents and attachments and sending yet more emails. He was becoming slowly more uncomfortable though and frustrated both at the time the journey was taking and his filling bladder. ‘How much longer? Are you sure you are going the quickest route?’ ‘Another 40 minutes left sir. And yes this is definitely the most direct route. Don’t worry you won’t be late.’ Jackson sighed and crossed his legs at the ankle. He was a young, professional, important man and he certainly wasn’t going to be bothered by the fact he needed a piss. He returned to his phone and looked out the window at the traffic. Another 15 minutes past and Jackson was getting more restless. He wriggled in the leather seat, restricted greatly by the seat belt and rested one hand lightly at the top of his leg. Another minute later and he felt he needed to move again. Why had he not used his own toilet before leaving? He berated himself in his mind as he tried to think of anything other than toilets, urinals, water, or taps. He’d been bursting before now and always managed to hold on so this time would be no different. ‘We still on schedule? The traffic seems a bit heavier here.’ ‘Yes sir.’ But no sooner had she spoken the words when the flow of traffic slowed and the cab trickled along at not much more than walking pace. Jackson pushed back in the seat as his bladder reminded him it was full. Used to being in full control of everything in life Jackson grimaced as the realisation that he couldn’t control the traffic or his own bodily need dawned on him. Not only that but this unnamed female had more control than he did right now. He tapped his foot in annoyance. ‘Damn traffic!’ ‘You ok there sir? It looks like roadworks ahead but we should be moving faster again soon. I won’t make you late.’ ‘So exactly how long until I get there? There’s definitely no quicker options?’ ‘At least 25 minutes sir. Just relax. I won’t allow you to be late.’ It wasn’t the thought of being late stressing Jackson but he wasn’t going to admit what was, not to this female driver anyway. He wriggled forwards and looked in the internal mirror as the driver checked it simultaneously. Her striking blue eyes and long eyelashes looked right at him. There was something sexy and enticing about them but Jackson had much bigger things on his mind right now: he really needed to get to his destination. He really needed a piss! Hoping the driver couldn’t see him fully Jackson slip his hand from the top of his leg more towards his dick. He longed to grab it, rub it, squeeze it even, but he really wasn’t sure what the driver could see in her mirror. Still his dick longed to release and if he didn’t touch it soon it might take matters into it’s own hands. He leaned forwards and rubbed himself as best as possible. ‘Do you drive this way often?’ ‘Quite a lot yes.’ ‘You’d know if there was something like, you know, any sort of service areas before we reach the centre of the city at all?’ ‘Not from here on in, no sir. We are due to leave the motorway in around 15 minutes then it’s in town driving right to your destination.’ ‘Oh.’ Jackson wasn’t sure what to say, or more so what to do. He moved again in the seat and tapped his leg faster. Should he say why he wanted to stop? Might that change things? He stared out the window lost in his own struggle of holding back and holding on. He tried crossing his legs but the seat belt was too tight. He stretched a leg out and fidgeted. The cab was moving but not anywhere near fast enough and his bladder was pulsating steadily. He was dying for a long and urgent piss. He slid a hand onto his dick and pressed down leaning forwards. ‘Sorry to bother you again mam.’ ‘I thought it was you who didn’t want interrupted sir?’ ‘Well yes. But things have...em...changed. It’s just...’ ‘You won’t be late. I thought I told you that?’ ‘Yes yes I know that! Sorry for snapping it’s just that...well I could really do with stopping somewhere if that was possible?’ ‘Stopping? I thought you said you mustn’t be late?’ ‘Yes that’s correct but I won’t be a few minutes. Are you sure there aren’t any services around here?’ ‘Sir we leave the motorway at not this but the following exit and then you will be less than four miles from your destination.’ Jackson was getting more and more stressed. How much more obvious did he need to make it? Could she not see his squirming in the mirror, hear the tension in his voice, pick up the hints in his questions? Was she really so stupid he needed to spell it out? ‘Look I know that but I really need a fucking piss so would you fucking pull in somewhere so I can go!’ ‘Sir please don’t speak to me like that! There’s nowhere to stop and if you continue with that language I will drive right past your destination and make you wait longer!’ ‘Bitch!’ ‘Right sir if you don’t quit this I will simply turn at the next junction and return you home! For your information, and for my security, I should now inform you that my in cab cameras have now been switched on and your words and actions are now being recorded. Please sit back and tone down your attitude and I shall get you to your destination as soon as possible.’ Jackson could feel his anger building but three small flashing red lights in the back of the cab warned him off saying any more. Instead he wriggled more and tried to hide the fact his hand was pressing on his crotch. Surely the driver wouldn’t actually turn around? Surely she would do exactly as he asked, demanded even, and pull in at the first available opportunity? Jackson wasn’t sure what stressed him more: the fact someone had control over him or the fact his bladder was about to burst into his one thousand pound suit! Tapping his food, bouncing on the seat and pressing his crotch hard he could feel his breathing getting shallower and his heart racing as his body fought harder to hold on. Finally he heard the cab indicators clicking. Squirming uncontrollably now Jackson sat anxiously as his mind willed his body to wait. ‘Please can you pull in somewhere. I don’t know...a coffee shop, a burger place, anywhere! It’s getting to be a real emergency here!’ ‘Sir you asked me to get you there on time and that’s exactly what I am doing. You surely aren’t going to tell me you can’t wait just four more miles now?’ ‘For your information I’ve been waiting the whole damn journey! Now for the love of God woman would you get me somewhere to piss NOW!’ ‘Sir quit your language! You hired me to get you somewhere and that’s exactly what I am doing. And I should remind you that you are being recorded. Might I add any damage to my vehicle will be invoiced directly to you and non payment could result in the release of the recorded evidence. I am sure neither of us wish that to happen do we?’ Jackson pressed both hands over his balls and dick as his dick shook with urgency to release. He rocked back on forth on the leather seat muttering to himself under his breath as the cab stopped at yet another red light. His hands frantically massaging, pressing and playing with his anatomy he couldn’t help but realise now how hard he was getting as he felt his entire penis swell with urine. ‘Ughhhh. Fuck! No!’ Jackson knew he was starting to lose it as the head of his penis moistened with warm urine and a spurt shot out uncontrollably. ‘Let me out! Let me out NOW!’ But the driver only laughed. ‘Sir can’t you see your destination right ahead? And right on time it seems.’ ‘Shit. Shit. I can’t stop this. Fuck!’ The cab pulled in right at the front of the building as Jackson saw people he recognised and bent his head down. With one hand he pressed to release his seatbelt and with the other he circled his dick with his hand and squeezed as hard as he could. Grabbing his bag he stood up in the back of the cab but as he pulled the door handle down he knew it would happen. Another spurt. ‘You bitch! I’m pissing myself because of you!!’ ‘I think someone needs to work on their self control don’t you.’ Still with his hand clutching himself for dear life Jackson swore before sprinting inside swearing under his breath as urine continued leaking down his inside leg. Meanwhile the driver smiled as she pulled out and headed home.
  7. She wouldn’t let him go. 1: The interview Jamie sat in the bland waiting area with its neutral walls and standard low fabric seats. He was every bit as nervous as he had been at the dentist a month before and waiting for his daughter to be born 6 months before that. He legs felt like jelly, his heart racing, and worst of all his mouth felt dryer than a desert in the midst of summer. He hadn’t even been able to say his name at the reception desk, having to hand them his interview appointment instead. As he looked around anxiously his eyes rested on a vending drinks machine in the corner. Pushing himself to standing he tentatively walked towards it and punched in the numbers for a bottle of cold water. Sitting back down he opened the bottle and gulped down a quarter of it quickly, hoping his voice might relax before he was called. The clock on the wall appeared stuck as he continued to sip continuously on the bottle for comfort as he tried focussing on what he might be asked. By the time his name was called he glanced at the bottle in his hand and, realising it was empty, he dropped it in a bin as he followed the smartly dressed red haired young woman who had appeared looking for him. Hearing the click click rhythm of her high heeled shoes on the hard flooring Jamie watched as her bottom wriggled sexily as he walked behind her. Deliberately looking away he thought about his partner and baby at home and smiled. Walking into the boardroom the first thing Jamie sensed was an air of tension and formality. As the young lady he had followed slipped behind the formal solid desk beside another two suited and somber females he sensed immediately that this interview wasn’t one to crack jokes in. He gulped quietly as he sat on the only seat available facing the three ladies. Despite being in a formal suit with a shirt and tie he still felt inadequate and under dressed in contrast to the imposing females opposite him. As a full jug of iced water say in the middle of the table Jamie could feel the sweat gathering on his forehead as one of the woman poured the jug into four glasses and slid each one in front of a different person. As the first question was fired Jamie’s voice box seemed to close in fear, and when nothing came out despite his mouth opening and closing he heard one of the females cough then comment loudly. “I suggest you take a sip of water and try speaking again. Thank you.” Jamie did as instructed but still his voice was husky and quiet. “Take some more. I insist. We can not proceed further here until we can hear you. We don’t have all day to wait.” Shaking with nerves Jamie did as instructed again until his glass was empty but his voice was at least loud enough to finally be heard. It was 45 minutes later before the questions from the ladies finally ended and Jamie left the imposing formal room and was lead out. “If you could sit here please until we call you for part 2. There’s a kettle and biscuits over there but please remain in the corridor until called. Thank you.” Jamie sat on the plastic chair in the empty corridor, flashbacks of sitting outside the headmasters office at high school filling his mind. The walls were bare and Jamie glanced up one end to see a fire exit at the far end but the other end seemed to go on forever with no exit in sight. A few doors marked ‘meeting 1’, ‘board room 2’ and so on were interspersed along both sides but other than a small table, which had clearly been temporarily placed for today’s interview, the corridor was otherwise empty. Jamie sat crossed legged. Now wasn’t a good time to be needing a piss but the bottle of water in the waiting room and two further glasses in the interview had more than filled his bladder and he tried to think of anything but a toilet. He sat for a few minutes before standing and going over to the table where a kettle was plugged in and mugs, disposable milk sachets and sugar with plastic spoons sat waiting. Jamie looked up and down the corridor hoping to see a toilet, or at least signs to one, but there was nothing. Making himself a coffee and picking up a plain biscuit he returned to the plastic seat and returned to sitting with his legs crossed. Twenty minutes later his coffee and biscuit were finished and he returned to the table to put his now empty mug on it. Now wanting a toilet even more he decided to wander a little further along the corridor slipping a hand into his trouser pocket to touch his penis to help hold. Moving was helping but there was no sign still of a bathroom and no-one around to ask. Jamie paced the corridor, walking back and forth from the plastic chair to the door marked boardroom 3 over and over wondering how much longer he’d be kept waiting. Finally he heard voices as he walked quickly towards the chair as he saw the three woman who had just interviewed him earlier come out of the room. ‘Did we not say to wait on the chair?’ Jamie so desperately wanted to ask for a bathroom but he felt so intimidated and awkward than he just hung his head and sat back down. That was until one of the woman looked down at him, smiled coyly and whispered, ‘Is everything ok?’ Gulping shyly Jamie looked her in the eye and quietly answered. ‘I was, I was just looking to see if there was a bathroom I could maybe use please.’ The woman checked the other females were not watching before she covered the side of her mouth and mouthed back. ‘If you can wait a bit longer I’ll show you when I can.’ Jamie nodded but his feet were tapping now and he could feel his member throbbing in his boxers. Wait a bit longer? He really wanted to say that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait but he didn’t want to cause a fuss and this woman seemed his only hope. ‘I’ll update him on what we discussed and then show him out. I’ll join you both for our last one at 11:30.’ Jamie watched as the other two woman, including the red head who had lead him to the room, walked briskly away without even replying. ‘You may come back in now Mr Fuller’ Jamie slipped back into the board room wriggling on the chair shyly. He just hoped this wouldn’t take long as he desperately needed a piss! It was impossible to get comfortable and at first Jamie sat with one leg over the other swinging his leg but then he quickly turned to the side then as discreetly as possible he scissored his legs in and out or swung them up and down. He knew how unprofessional he must seem but as every minute passed he craved to urinate stronger and stronger. ‘So is there anything else you would like to ask?’ Jamie swallowed hard, squirmed some more, slipped a hand into his crotch and crossed his legs again. ‘I do apologise but do you have a bathroom I could use please?’ ‘If you remind me at the end I will show you on the way out.’ ‘Thanks. Is there much longer to go may I ask?’ ‘Not too long. So I just have some paperwork now. Let’s start with who your references are...’ Jamie could feel his face redden as he used his hand between his legs to squeeze his desperate penis. It was starting to hurt he had to go so badly and he knew his squirming was getting beyond acceptable now. In fact he couldn’t sit still as he wriggled again on the firm seat. ‘It’s a Mr. Shepherd from Infinity Beyond and a Ms Sharp from Wilderness Incorp. There addresses and details are on my CV.’ Jamie looked straight at the woman in front of him now. As she looked up from writing he stared into her dark green eyes as her curly blond hair rested neatly on her shoulders. His eyes pleaded with hers as he hoped she would see the urgency in his face as he bit down on his bottom lip and fidgeted restlessly. As a wave of intense urgency engulfed him Jamie leaned forwards and grabbed his quivering crotch before regaining his composure again and looking up. ‘Sorry. I really do need to use the bathroom please. Could I have a break at all?’ ‘I said when we are finished! Please remain patient!’ Patience was the last thing Jamie felt as he bounced around on the seat now gripping the edges with both hands. With his body tensed and pressure mounting by the second he squeezed hard and drew a breath muttering softly, ‘I don’t think I can hold much longer!’ ‘Mr Fuller! That’s enough! Either you wait or I will withdraw our offer of employment right now!’ No longer caring that he was disgracing himself Jamie opened his legs and hooked his ankles behind the legs of the formal chair as he pressed both hands over his throbbing aching crotch. As he tried to answer as quickly as possible the final questions he pressed, squeezed, rubbed and moaned openly as the woman peered at him open mouthed and wide eyed. Momentarily forgetting his surroundings due to the pressure and stress Jamie verbally answered the questions whilst unzipping his suit trousers and rubbing himself. The blond haired suited woman stared in disbelief at what she was seeing. Still Jamie couldn’t stop. ‘Shit! I’m dying for a piss! This is ridiculous. God I’m absolutely bursting! I’m actually gonna have an accident!’ The woman stood in silence, her eyes fixated on Jamie’s crotch, his fingers manipulating his half hard penis through his trousers and boxers and his palm massaging his member as his mouth opened and closed and his eyes glazed over. A soft moan could be heard through Jamie’s tightly clenched teeth as he felt a warm leak seep into his underwear and damped his trousers. He looked up aghast at the formally dressed female staring at him in shock as his eyes beseeched her to allow him to go to the gents to finish what he had accidentally already started. ‘Stop! I demand you stop that sir! Now!’ Jamie wanted to cry! ‘I’m trying! Honestly I am. Please please may I go to the toilet!’ ‘Absolutely not!’ Shaking, angry, terrified and beyond bursting, Jamie half stood, half sat, both hands still clutching, twirling, clenching and squeezing his desperate dick as he hobbled forwards dribbling warm urine as his suit trousers fell clumsily down his thigh. Grabbing the jug from earlier, his bottom lip trembling, he pulled his aching cock out from the leg of his boxers as he held it into the clear jug as urine rushed into it furiously as the interviewer looked on. ‘Fuck!’ The jug filled almost to the brim as Jamie smiled relieved and placed it nonchalantly onto the formal board meeting table before making himself decent once again and smiling cheekily to the woman in front of him. With his voice clear and solid for the first time he coughed and looked right at the suited lady. ‘So do I still have the Job?’ ‘Absolutely! How soon can you start?’
  8. Found on twitter, a couple of short clips showing a young Japanese man wearing a smart business suit who looks to be absolutely bursting for a piss while stuck on the train or subway. There's a lot of squirming, foot tapping and cock squeezing so hopefully lovers of male desperation will enjoy these videos. At one point his friend even leans over to press on his bulging bladder! Maybe they had gone for a few drinks after work and he forgot to pee before leaving? pRyNeBopP263gtPL.mp4 S-oilj7qmXVLS8l8.mp4
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  11. A clip from the brilliant British comedy series Peep Show, in which Mark has doubts about going through with his wedding and hides upstairs in the church with Jez while the guests arrive. Unfortunately, there are no toilets at the church and poor Jez is dying for a piss. Stuck upstairs, busting Jez pleads with Mark to let him pee in a bucket but Mark refuses, telling him to hold it. Eventually, Jez can’t hold on anymore and the floodgates open...
  12. hope its no repost. i like the dripping at first and how she presses the pee out of the pad spandex suit pee.mp4
  13. A few years ago I was in work trip somewhere about 400 km from home. I had a long (boring) meeting during that I drank 2 big coffees and a cup of tea. I had then about an hour drive back to hotel. As soon as I left the building I felt the urge of pee. I started to regret not to ask for a bathroom. Anyway I thought I'd manage. I'm a big boy, big boys do not pee their pants do they? After 20 minutes I've realised that it will be miracle if I arrive dry. I decided that it would be easier to hold if I let go a little bit. And I did it... Few second later I observed I cannot stop it again. I peed myself. I peed my suit, my car seat and even my shirt. That was a thriller. The worst thing: I didn't have anything to change because all my staff was in the hotel. I tried not to show too much when I've taken a key... So the lesson for me was not to try this "decreasing pressure" again.
  14. hey folks, this is a very hot clip from germany, hope you like it ;P PUBLIC PISS Haltestelle im hautengen Fick Anzug nass gepisst.mp4
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