DampDaisy 47 Posted March 20, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted March 20, 2023 My first thread, how exciting. Long time lurker here, and I thought I'd share the experience that finally pushed me over the edge to make an account... To set the scene, I'm 24, currently have shoulder-length white-blonde hair, 5'4" and on the slimmer side. This particular day, I was wearing tight black yoga leggings with a cute loose-fitting blouse, and trainers (I like to be comfy when I'm driving!). We just had Mother's Day in the UK, so I bit the bullet and decided to make the 4hr car journey from where I live to visit my mum. I've recently moved, so this was the first time I'd made this journey from the new house. My bladder had been acting up all day, which it does sometimes just to be annoying. I had a giant mug of tea when I woke up, then had to head out to run a few errands before leaving. I'd peed before I went out, and by the time I'd reached my first chore - a trip to the local supermarket - I already needed to go again. Without omo on my mind, I peed at the shop's toilets and headed back out to pick up some things up from the Post Office. Even though it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since I last went, as I was standing in the queue to get my parcel, I could feel my bladder weighing heavily on me. Anyone who's had to wait in a Post Office queue knows, it takes forever, so by the time I got to the front, I was having to push my legs together. I was really uncomfortable when I got back home, and immediately ran upstairs to pee. Somehow, I was holding absolutely loads, despite already peeing so much and only having had one cup of tea. I tried to push it out of my mind and not psych myself out for the upcoming long journey. I went about the rest of my day, peeing as I needed to - which, as my boyfriend had kindly made me a second giant cup of tea, was more often than I was hoping for. Just as I was about to leave, I got a traffic alert for a crash along my route, so I postponed my journey to have some leftover pizza and a tiny glass of lemonade. I made sure to pee twice before leaving, so I could be sure I was heading off on a totally empty bladder. This did not last long. The first half hour of the journey was fine, totally normal. It was at the 45-minute mark that I felt a pretty significant twinge from my bladder. It was a numb, heavy sort of feeling - the same kind of 'gotta go' you get when you first wake up in the morning. I thought it was psychological and turned the music up to ignore it. It's a pretty easy journey, so it was motorways all the way, so I just set my cruise control and carried on. The first services I passed, an hour into my journey, I was still kidding myself that it was all in my head. Shortly after that, I pressed down gently on my bladder to discover that nope, this was a very real need. Realising this cranked up the stakes for me. I zoned out a little, trying to check in with my body and gauge how full I really was, and I realised I was about to miss the services just as I passed the exit, in the third lane. I looked at the turning in my rearview mirror and pressed my legs together. It'd been 30 minutes since I'd passed the first services, and would be another 30 at least before the next one. I definitely needed to go at this point, but I wasn't in any real danger. This accidental skipping of the services got me feeling a little bit naughty. In the 30 or so minutes between the one I missed and the next one, I'd let my mind wander and worked myself up. As I approached it, the thought passed through my mind that I could deliberately miss it. I felt my nipples harden at the thought, as I felt myself get wet -- and not from the pee that was politely asking to be released. I made the decision in a split second to miss the exit on purpose, and felt such a thrill run through me. I felt my clit pulse, which was swiftly accompanied by a noticeable throb from my bladder. I pushed my legs together tight and kept driving. I started squirming in my seat just as I passed the sign for the next services. It was getting serious now. I could feel waves of need crash over my bladder, and I really considered stopping. I wasn't in pain, and I wasn't actively leaking, so I was sure I could make it to the next one. It'd been over 2 hours since I set off at this point, and I wasn't sure what was the dominant need - my aching bladder, or my aching clit. Overcome with horniness, I confidently breezed past the next services, and almost immediately regretted that decision. It was like my bladder knew I'd come within touching distance of a toilet, and was protesting that I'd not taken the opportunity. I could do nothing else but press on, though the weight in my abdomen was getting heavier by the minute. Now, remember I said I'd never driven this route before? Well, what I hadn't realised was the fact that I needed to switch motorways. No big deal, normally, except that I passed a sign that proudly proclaimed the motorway I was about to get on, had "NO SERVICES". It felt like I sobered up as I came to terms with the mistake I'd made by not stopping. I was at an 7/10, easily, and as I resigned myself to my fate, I made the change and carried on driving. It was at this point I had to turn the music down, as I swear to god I could feel the beats vibrating in my bladder. The road I was driving on wasn't particularly well maintained, so I drove over small bumps and craters in the road at 75mph, feeling every single dip and movement my car made. The road felt endless, and as the minutes ticked by, I squirmed into the seat, trying to get some pressure - any pressure - on my pussy. I rested my hand on my lap, and very quickly it found its way to my crotch. Pushing against my hand didn't help much, but it did serve as delicious pressure for my clit, which was begging for attention. The only thing I could be grateful for was that the road was quiet, so I could freely squirm, press myself into my seat, and rub my hand in my crotch without worrying that lads in a van would see me. Nothing was helping to alleviate the ever growing pressure in my bladder, though, and just as I thought it couldn't get much worse...it started to rain. Heavily. I was clearly driving into a weather front, as the road showed off massive puddles stretching across the lanes. Puddles I desperately wished I could add to. I watched helplessly as the giant drops of water streamed along my car's windows, and as people on the other side drove through puddles that splashed me as I drove. I pressed my legs together so tightly I thought I might pull a muscle. I had to turn the music back up, to disguise the sound of the rain, but I felt the thuds of the music throughout my entire body. The rain wasn't consistent, so it let up in places. And during one dry patch, I saw a white van pulled over at the side of the road, with a man in working clothes was freely pissing against his back tyre. I only got a glimpse of the scene, but it was enough to push me up to a 9/10. My brain had decided to imagine that feeling of relief the man was feeling, letting out a torrent of built up pee, and I lost a single drop into my black lacy panties. I forced my hand into my crotch, hard, as I clenched my muscles to hold back the flood. I was stuck on that road for almost an hour. When I was able to get back onto a motorway that I knew had services, I could have cried. My poor neglected pussy was throbbing for attention, but my bladder's demands had changed from a polite request to a command. I needed to pee, now. I kept going with sheer willpower until finally, finally, I was able to pull off at the exit for the first available services. Most services, you just pull off and it's right there, but of course, this one took me on a detour around a complicated roundabout I was in no state to decipher. I just drove forward when the light was green and hoped for the best. As soon as I saw the lit-up sign, I felt a tiny spurt escape. It was enough to make me panic, but I didn't think it was enough to show up on my leggings. I parked in such a haphazard way, and had to take a moment to collect myself once the engine was off. I couldn't take a full deep breath without it pressing down on my bladder, I couldn't sit comfortably or even fan out my legs. A wave of strong desperation pushed me into action. It had started raining again, so I manoeuvred myself into my coat, every stretch and strain threatening to release a little more from my aching bladder. I thought standing up might make it easier, but once I got out of the car, I felt the cold rain hit my skin, and it was like standing under a cold shower. I felt another leak escape as the combination of the rain and the sudden impact of gravity hit me at the same time. It looked busy, so I tried to look calm and collected as I strolled casually into the building. My eyes searched wildly for the toilets, which were a fair walk away. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to keep my composure, but I had to try. My bladder screamed at me as I took slow steps towards the ladies'. Halfway there, I felt a teeny tiny drop escape, and stopped dead in my tracks. I genuinely thought I was going to piss myself, in the middle of this busy service station. I'd stopped by a shop, so pretended to look at the books they had out on display for a moment as I paused to clench with all my strength. Once I felt like I had it under control, I set off at a slightly quicker pace and finally got to the toilets. It was a long room, with one side completely closed for cleaning. The side closest to me had all the open cubicles, except all the immediate ones were closed and locked. I spotted one, right at the end of the row, that was open, and still trying to keep that composure, I strolled over and quickly shut the door behind me. Once I was alone, I was free to dance around and grab myself as much as I needed to, and I did need to. I squirmed around on the spot as I fumbled with the elastic waistband of my leggings. The leggings are tight, and I hadn't realised how much they'd been pressing on my poor bladder, until I had to pull them down. The way the fabric moves, as they came down, the tightest part pulled over my sizeable bladder bulge. Under normal circumstances, I'd have been impressed with the size of it, but the sight of the toilet had sent me spiralling and I could feel regular droplets forcing their way out into my already soaking wet panties. The pressure of the waistband directly on my bladder was almost too much, and I got them out of the way just in time to start peeing, forcefully, into the toilet. The pressure didn't immediately subside; I still felt frantically desperate even though I was pissing harder than I ever had before. I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself moaning as all the liquid that was escaping me finally made a difference. It was only at this point that I realised I was peeing straight through my panties. I immediately cut off my stream, which felt like torture, to pull them down. I thought briefly about getting up and leaving with a half-full bladder, but as my fingers absently brushed my clit, the stream continued full force. I must have peed for a minute at full force, then a little longer with just dribbles. After I was finally done, I assessed the damage. My panties, obviously, were a write-off. They were completely soaked, both from pee and other wetness, so I carefully took my shoes and leggings off to tactfully remove them. I would've just thrown them away, but I really like those panties, so with limited options, I wrapped them liberally in toilet roll and temporarily put them in my coat pocket. My leggings had escaped unmarked - either that or the pee had already dispersed, they're exercise clothes after all - but I felt dampness all the way up my bum. So I pushed down hard to get any remaining pee out of me, cleaned up the worst of the wetness, then gracefully left as though nothing had ever happened. I bought myself a chocolate bar and a bottle of Fanta to congratulate myself, and stepped back out into the rain. My legs felt wobbly and I was in ecstasy, and the rest of the drive was entirely uneventful (aside from the fabric of my leggings rubbing enticingly against my bare pussy!). I washed my panties in the sink that night so my mum wouldn't notice anything amiss, and my bladder behaved itself for the rest of the evening. Unfortunately, I left my vibrator at home, so I'll have to wait to really reward myself for this adventure 😉 As of right now, I'm still visiting, so I have another four-hour journey to make later this week...wish me luck! DespAndHold, david_578, d1z and 40 others 29 2 12 Quote Link to comment
ola93 415 Posted March 22, 2023 Share Posted March 22, 2023 May I wish you pleasure, instead of luck? 😉 Quote Link to comment
DampDaisy 47 Posted March 22, 2023 Author Share Posted March 22, 2023 1 hour ago, ola93 said: May I wish you pleasure, instead of luck? 😉 You may! I'll be setting off tomorrow, wouldn't it be a shame if we had a repeat incident? 👀 Quote Link to comment
Pastafari 117 Posted March 22, 2023 Share Posted March 22, 2023 That was a delightful read! Best of luck (and, as was mentioned before, pleasure!) on the return trip. h1234 1 Quote Link to comment
h1234 56 Posted March 22, 2023 Share Posted March 22, 2023 What's a great experience to read about! Keep us updated on your journey home. Quote Link to comment
WiiGuy86 641 Posted March 22, 2023 Share Posted March 22, 2023 This was fantastic! Welcome to the site and thanks for sharing! Would you say that's the worst you ever had to go? Quote Link to comment
peellbehaux 22 Posted March 23, 2023 Share Posted March 23, 2023 What a great story. Thank you 🙂 Hope to be able to read more from you. Quote Link to comment
ews21 310 Posted March 24, 2023 Share Posted March 24, 2023 That was a wonderful read. I am glad you made it to the toilet, well mostly at least. I hope the way back is a little less desperate... Or if it is the same desperate, you write about it too Quote Link to comment
Ian Newton 299 Posted March 24, 2023 Share Posted March 24, 2023 Very well written account. Sounded a really exciting experience. Ms. Tito 1 Quote Link to comment
holdit247 234 Posted March 24, 2023 Share Posted March 24, 2023 Looking forward to hearing about the return journey (please!) WiiGuy86 1 Quote Link to comment
Leviathan95 24 Posted March 25, 2023 Share Posted March 25, 2023 Here's hoping for a part two, love the way you tell the story, and always a fan of naughty risks. Quote Link to comment
omoohno 162 Posted March 26, 2023 Share Posted March 26, 2023 Desperation in the car is my favorite. Thanks for sharing your experience! Quote Link to comment
talks2much 510 Posted March 27, 2023 Share Posted March 27, 2023 Very sexy story, I love that you had no panties under your leggings at the end! Quote Link to comment
DespAndHold 337 Posted March 27, 2023 Share Posted March 27, 2023 Wow what an amazing experience! You did amazingly to wait so long when your kidneys were pushing extra fluid to your bladder that day! From the description of the bladder bulge and the power and length of your pee you clearly had held back a huge flood. I hope you got to show off these skills at waiting again on the return trip Quote Link to comment
Mariner62 1,554 Posted March 27, 2023 Share Posted March 27, 2023 I've driven by a highway rest stop when I had a slight urge, but felt I could hold it until the next one. And then drove by that one also hoping I'd be able to hold until the next rest area. I did have a couple of leaks as I neared the rest area. I checked my pants to see how wet I was, and figured the wet patch wasn't that noticeable and I'd go in. My bladder didn't cooperate, and as I stepped out of the car, the flood gates opened up, as I stood beside my car, and soaked my jeans. Quote Link to comment
BB1BBB 173 Posted March 27, 2023 Share Posted March 27, 2023 21 hours ago, omoohno said: Desperation in the car is my favorite. Thanks for sharing your experience! And mine. We need more road-trips. 😄 Quote Link to comment
AwareWolf 35 Posted March 27, 2023 Share Posted March 27, 2023 Wow excellent story and experience! I love the part where you just gushed I to your panties without realizing it and all the leaks leading up to that! Fantastic! Quote Link to comment
openmindeddude 47 Posted March 27, 2023 Share Posted March 27, 2023 Wonderful story thanks for sharing! Road trips are the best 🙂 Quote Link to comment
bobmk11 19 Posted April 6, 2023 Share Posted April 6, 2023 if you wet yourself on the trip back i hope you really enjoy it and come on here to tell Quote Link to comment
Snnwr 102 Posted April 19, 2023 Share Posted April 19, 2023 I love how you described the "pushing the bladder to see if you really have to go or if it's between your ears" as I do that so often 🤣 and more often than not it's like "nope not psychological, this is very very real" boberdebob 1 Quote Link to comment
JJ771 5 Posted May 4, 2023 Share Posted May 4, 2023 What an incredible read! Can't wait for the return journey! 🙊 Quote Link to comment
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