Bad Choice of a Distraction...
So here I sit, I have been holding it since lunch time and I am just a big ol' achey, wiggly mess! I normaly have a high sex drive, but when I hold it I am positively rabid. So naturally as I sit here desperate as can be my mind takes to wandering and what could be better thank to share my wanderings with all of you lovely people...
A summer or two ago I was with a bf who I had not explored wet play with. I wasn't sure how I felt yet and was content to play my little wet games on my own. We had plans one night to go to a friends bbq only a few blocks away from our house.
BBQ is a very deceptive term, at these little shindigs alchohol outshines the food about 10 to 1, in fact, you would be lucky if you found a half eaten bag of chips laying around. Needless to say, I began drinking as soon as we got there.
Now, I can hold water and Tea for hours, but give me wine or liquor and I am toast. I can only hold it for 2 hours at most and once I start peeing I will then constantly have to go for the rest of the night.
After a few rounds of "I never" on the porch, I stood up and realized I needed to pee; badly. By this point I was a wee bit drunk and embarked on a journey towards the bathroom. Fresh drink in hand, I staggered into the house. The bathroom line was crazy and little drunk me decided on a new course of action.
By this point I was positively dying for a pee and had lost my cup and was occasionally gripping at my crotch as I waited in the line to get back outside. Once outside I did that lovely "bottom clenched, slightly bent over" walk that is so popular with holding. I made my way over to an over grown corner of the yard and shimmied behind a bush.
It was summer, and I was wearing a cute little skirt which, in theory, would have been perfect for an impromptu pee in the yard. Unfourtunately - or fourtnately- I was wearing these very cute, extremely impractical panties that tied up the back. They made my bottom look fabulous in the bedroom but are not ideal for desperate pee siuations. I made drunken, clawing attempts to free myself of the underwear, but inbetween the pacing and hopping it was to no avail.
I was mid hop when I started wetting my panties. Not the slow controlled pee I have perfected but a steady stream forcing it's way out, soaking me.... at this point I decided to save the skirt and I lifted that up while I stood behind my bush, legs spread and peeing for what seemed like ages. When I finished I tore the at the ties, ripped off the undies and returned to the party.
We stayed longer and my little incident behind the bush went unnoticed. As we stayed I continued to drink. Maybe it was the sneaky pee I had just taken, maybe it was the air playing against my very exposed cunny, maybe it was the alchohol... who knows, but by the time we left the party I was a both desperate to pee again and ragingly horny.
I convinced my BF to go home with the full intention of using the bathroom and then riding him until my thighs burned.... on the walk home we began making out and pretty soon his hands found thier way under my skirt... when he discovered my lack of panties making it home was no longer an option.
Instead of going home he pulled me off towards a little park near our house. It was very late, and no one would see us and I am never one to turn down sex, especially when I have a full bladder.
Instead of lifting me up onto the table to have his way with me, he opted to bend me over it, pressing my aching bladder into the wood. Desperate took on a whole new meaning. I didnt want to wet, I had not done so with him before so i tightened up my muscles and hoped for the best.
He entered me slowly and it was blissful agony. My crotch felt like it was on fire. He entered me fully and then pulled back slowly. I was concentrating so hard on holding it in that when he spanked me he threw me totally off gaurd. As I fought for control post spank, he pushed himself into me hard and fast and started wetting myself...
I couldn't stop and when I tried to push back of the table he took me by the wrist so I couldnt move and we kept up our romp, hard and intense...
Now we are back in the present and I am still wiggling, although my hand has joined in the fight to keep from wetting... although I would be lying if I said that was the only reason it was thrust betwen my legs.