The Boating Desperation.A little back story first. A month a go I met a beautiful girl and had experienced of the most insane plights of desperation I had ever witnessed (You can read this story in my last story "My new girlfriend." . The girls name is Sandra, she has long blonde hair with a curl, pure white skin and a skinny body. She is incredibly hot, she has large breasts and a good ***. Sandra, is right now my girlfriend, which I hope is for a long time. I shall be sharing most accounts of her desperation on this site.
My so called secret fetish didn't last long with Sandra. One day, at a restaurant she had a small bit of discomfort and noticed my erection. In the next few hours she was quite aware of my fetish. Luckily for me, Sandra laughed it off, saying it was silly but not anything that pissed her off.
Since then, every time Sandra had a desperation she seemed stuck to me, knowing my like of it. She still didn't like to hold it though, Sandra would normally go pretty fast after feeling the urge, though the silent disappointment of I.
By the months end I started to grasp that my first meeting of her will be the highest she'll ever go, unless I stop her of course, but I'm not into that sort of stuff. I'm not going to use catheters or chastity belts or any of that crap unless she puts it on, which might be some what of a turn off for me.
I also started to realize that if she never fell on her face while dashing for my apartment bathroom, then she would probably have never had sex that first night or even Sandra never becoming my girlfriend in the first place.
Luckily, now that she is. She has grown accustomed to me. She had talked about the awkwardness that will be had when we have to explain to our supposed children of our first meeting. "I first met mom when I was in the Subway and mom really needed to pee." It didn't have the same romantic appeal.
Anyways, we were happy. She had permanently moved in and got her clothes from her ex, and it started to become more permanent. So I took the next step, I invited her to my family reunion.
My family reunion was to take place in Carson City, the Nevada city that my parents lived. It's not a big city, only 55,000 people, a massive change from New York. My parents moved from Tucson to their for their retirement, mostly because of Lake Tahoe. My parents loved boating, and as their retirement years progressed, they got more into it. It was a regular occurrence for my parents to be out on the Lake. They also had a pair of boats. One boat named after me, Ben, and one named after my brother, Gabe. They were two motorboats that would go our on the lake, they weren't fancy, but they were nice.
We traveled to Carson City by flight and spent the first night at a hotel, getting a nice long night of sleep, knowing that tomorrow was going to be a big day.
That morning we ate breakfast at the hotel and stayed their for the whole morning, watching TV and messing around. At around 12:00 I told Sandra to start to get going. And she did, she put on a white tank top and a pair of teal short shorts and started to headed out. She stopped herself and went into the bathroom. I smiled and waited patiently, and I started thinking crazy ideas.
10 minutes later we were at our parents house. My brother Gabe and his family were there plus my mom and dad. We all greeted each other, I introduced everyone to Sandra. We created a fake meeting scenario to prevent awkwardness.
After a few minutes of awkwardness we were off. The family huddled around the television, watched a basketball game and drank beer. I laughed and talked with my family but I was doing something else. I watched how much liquid Sandra was drinking, I had this great plan that could finally see how far she could really go.
She accepted a beer. She accepted another. By halftime she had her third beer. She was a little woozy, but was alright. After the third she stopped drinking and we watched the game in its entirety while eating barbecue and coleslaw, it was a great time. Great bonding experience and my family really enjoyed Sandra's company. Yet I wasn't done with my plan. After we started to pack up. I went up to my dad.
"Hey. Could Sandra and I borrow Gabe for the night."
"Sure." He responded and gave me a small smile, thinking he knew what we were up to. My dad was never one that would try not protect, he was adventurous, and completely alright with some alone time with me and Sandra.
That said, he had no idea what I was planning. I glanced at Sandra, she was sitting talking to my mom, I wondered what it was about. While that took place I went in the shed and grabbed a pack of beers and a pair of skis. I placed the beers in the boat and walked up to Sandra.
"Hey Sandra. Want to go water skiing." She had a cute ex
"Yeah." I grabbed her, kissed her and walked her over to the boat. We connected the boat to my dads truck that I was allowed to use whenever we borrowed the boat, and we drove to Lake Tahoe.
It was a chilly day so barely anybody was their, but we were from New York and it was perfect weather. We unhooked the boat placed it in the dock. It floated onto the water. During that time, I taught Sandra the basics of water skiing. It was very simple, and I had taught others so it shouldn't be hard. Soon enough she was like a pro.
"Hold on a second..." She spoke, if I heard a certain word my heart would sink. "I need to go change." I sighed of relief. She took a small bikini which was black with blue outlines and ran over to a bush to put it on, unfortunately I couldn't see anything. But I did listen and at no point did she squat over the bush, I wondered if she actually was feeling anything from those three beers, if she wasn't, she'll feel the six pack in the boat.
A few minutes later she came out, hot as you can be, in the small bikini. Soon enough she jumped into the water and I started to rev up the engine. (I have a boating license so don't worry).
I started the engine the first time. Sandra flipped over, completely failing the water skiing. The second time, she started to get up but ended up back in the water. The third time, Sandra got up and started to ski. She was up for a minute or so when she lost her grip. We tried one more time, and this time Sandra got up. Screaming in joy. I ran a small loop around part of Tahoe and in five minutes she was done. I stopped the engine and clapped at her for her terrific job.
Sandra started to swim onto the boat. I grabbed the skis and she hopped on. I stayed on the pilot seat. She went into her backpack.
"I'm going to change back." She spoke again. I had no complaints. "Don't look." Luckily for me there was a mirror and I watched as she took off the bikini, being completely naked. She slipped on a pair of white panties and a white bra. Finally she put on her tank top and teal short shorts.
When she finished I jumped back into the passenger seats. The boat swayed back and forth, she sat down next to me, head on my lap. I offered her a beer and she accepted. I knew after that one that she must of been incredibly desperate, knowing her small bladder. But she kept her bladder in check.
Sandra swallowed down the beer and to my amazement, asked for another. I figured that there was no harm, no foul, so I gave her one more. Saying that this was it for her. Secretly I wanted to have her drink all of them and then live out my plan, but I wasn't cruel.
She swallowed this one down to. As we drank, we told stories about our respective families, sucking up time so that for her, we would return to the main land, and for me, her bladder would fill up, and she would become desperate.
By this point, it was 5:00, Sandra had been holding it for 5 hours now, and had drank 5 beers since then. Meanwhile I started to feel it a little bit, I had gone a few hours ago but drank a little, I needed to **** at this point, but Sandra supposedly didn't.
That was when I saw it. Like that day in the Subway. As Sandra sat next to me, she was shaking viciously, but this time I knew it wasn't the cold. So I initiated the next part of the plan. I grabbed her and we started to make out on the boat. The boat had been dragging along for a while, and by this point, there was no one on the lake, so I decided to take it all the way. And which I did. It lasted around 20 minutes before she cummed, a little longer than normal, but I don't know if she ever had sex with a full bladder. And as they say, it did make her ****** more. She must of orgasmed after two minutes.
One thing about Sandra I realized was that she always fell to sleep right after sex. So as I finished, we sat next to each other, and Sandra rested her eyes and fell asleep. I put her so that she was sleeping on the entire seats and I got up. Now very desperate, I pissed off the dock, I called my father saying that we would have the boat till morning and then I fell asleep with her.
I woke up in a frantic, not because of me but because of how I woke up. When I woke up it was 6 in the morning. I opened my eyes to see Sandra up and causing a havoc. She was hopping around the boat, moving from foot to foot, and constantly having her hands in her crotch. She had been holding it for 18 hours now, and I believe that she is more desperate than she was that fateful day.
"Ben wake up. I have to go!" She yelled. I was slow to get up but her yelling made me move faster. I jumped up and started the boat. I looked back and there she was, my queen all absurdly desperate. I had never seen anyone deseperate like that, not just her, but anyone in my life.
This just motivated me further. Seeing her jump around in those teal short shorts gave me the most massive hard on. She wasn't wearing her tank top, but I doubted she noticed. She was incredibly desperate.
The engine started and we were off. She sat down, squirming, and waiting for relief, and I drove the boat. In five minutes, we were out on the dock and Sandra was so happy until she saw someone.
A group of kids around five years old and a teacher took up the dock. No relief, for now. She squirmed again as I jumped off the boat and connected it to the truck. I grabbed her and hauled her into the shotgun seat of my truck and we started to drive. She was still jumping up and down as I tried to get her to calm down. I was trying to find somewhere she could squat, some empty hill away from people, but a lot of places were occupied, it was a beautiful day. I stopped the car at one point and looked at Sandra. I noticed that she needed help. I took my arm and took hold of her bulging bladder. she sighed with comfort as I did so, it was rock hard and absolutely full.
I kept driving and suddenly I found the place. A little yellow next to the woods. I got out and got Sandra out. Sandra started to run out to the woods but she figured that she wouldn't get there in time. Instead, in the middle of the field, she stopped. Unbuckled her short shorts wildly and dropped her panties and started to **** all over the field which must of lasted minutes on end as she wasted the remains of five beers.
18 hours. I thought to myself and smiled. I was happy now knowing the true limits of my lover and the success of my plan. Now I got to not worry about never knowing the extent of my ladies bladder. The next day we traveled back to New York and went back to a normal life, but never forgetting our romantic day on the boat.
1 week later. Myself and Sandra who had a full bladder decided to check out the Barclays center... (Next time)