A few days later, that friendly group were back in that bar and Val was looking gorgeous. But in the last few minutes, she was quieter than she had been earlier and seemed to be a tad restless and fidgety. My husband’s filthy mind wondered if she was doing a Debbie and had her bladder nearly full. After all, she kept looking across at him, with what he thought was a dash of pleading in her eyes. His and Debbie’s pissing exploits days before had woken him up to the possibilities and he wanted to make the most of them.
He left Val to fidget for a few more minutes, then decided to act on his hunch. As he finished his drink, he said to her “So do you want my help with that problem you’ve got or not?” She looked briefly confused (as she should, as she had no idea what he was talking about), but he thinks Val and Debbie both guessed what he meant, as Debbie had a wry smile and Val said she did still want help and that they ought to get on with it.
As they were walking down the corridor, she asked what the problem she needed help with was, and he replied, “Your bladder”. She nodded. He was right. As they walked down the corridor, she felt his hand resting on her ass. He had never done that to her in public and she liked it.
When they got to his room, he locked the door, then stepped up to her and put his hands round her waist, looking longingly at her. She leant in and put her head on his shoulder, as she clutched him closer, and he wrapped her up in his arms. She lifted her head off his shoulder, and they leant in towards each other for a really gentle kiss, which developed into a long slow tonguey kiss.
He felt her large fleshy tits pushing against him, and he really wanted to free them and bask in their naked glory. As he slightly pulled away, they ended up holding hands and looking at each other. Then she went “Erm, bladder?!”
He had no idea why he said what he said next, but it seemed to work for him. Because what he said was “Not yet. I’ll tell you when.” She answered with a simple “Yes, sir” as she looked a little distraught.
He was gambling now. He really didn’t want to clean a puddle of piss out of his carpet, yet he was so incredibly turned on by her predicament. She was starting to squeeze her thighs together now, so he felt it was the right time to remove her trousers and panties. She stepped out of them, and started grabbing at her crotch, trying to relieve her discomfort. He took her hands off her crotch, and then gently pressed on her bladder. It was very hard, and him pushing at it wasn’t helping her.
She straightened up a little, still desperate for some relief from the discomfort, and he fiddled with her bra fastener through her blouse, eventually unhooking it. She removed her bra without taking her blouse off (down the sleeve), and then he cuddled her again, feeling much more of her fleshy tits as their bodies press together. His hands were wandering across her ass as they were cuddling, which she liked, but she was distracted. She had her eyes closed and she was constantly twisting to try to relieve the pressure. Nothing was working.
He whispered “Just a little longer baby” in her ear. Not really what she wanted to hear, and hearing that made her think about begging. She knew him though, and thought that would only prolong her agony, so her only option was to stay silent and squirm for him. (She could have pissed there and then, but that didn’t occur to her).
She could feel from when their bodies were pressed together that his cock was pretty hard. She wanted that inside her. And she had to admit that all this desperation stuff was a massive turn on for her too. All very strange and she had no idea why. But in amongst all the discomfort of the desperation, she decided that it was a good idea, and that even if he wanted to do desperation every time they fucked from now on, she still thought it was a good idea.
She started snogging him again, trying to take her mind off her bladder. He was a great kisser, but the distraction only worked so much. She seriously had no idea how she hadn’t already pissed herself.
He let go of her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. His eyes looked at the clock, and as he stepped back to take in the full glory of her movements, he told her “Just another five minutes, then we’ll get you on to the sink”.
Seriously, how the fuck did he expect her to last five minutes? He was sat on the bed watching her dance the thigh squeezing dance, and her eyes were looking at the clock. Another fifteen seconds. This five minutes was taking soooo long.
She thought she had it under control, until two minutes to go, he went to the sink and turned the tap on, to a noisy trickle. She would have been swearing at him, but she was too focussed on not pissing herself. She wondered if that was his plan, but she was determined to hold on for that last one minute and 45 seconds. The pain, the pressure, was all too much. She had to hold on.
He turned up the flow from the tap with about a minute to go, adding to her predicament.
And then all of a sudden, he turned off the tap and held out his hands to her to guide her towards the sink. Far from being upset with him for lengthening her torment, she was instead relieved comfort was in sight. He helped her up, and this time, she stabilised herself. Her blouse was covering his view of her cunt flaps, so he undid the buttons and opened it wide, so that her marvellous fleshy tits were on display and her cunt was exposed. He squatted in front of the sink, so her pisshole was right at eye height, and he reached forward, and he held open her pissflaps. Then he told her what she so desperately wanted to hear – that she could piss now.
But she had been holding on for so long that the torrent didn’t start. She just sat there, and he looked up at her. She protested that she was trying, but her body just wasn’t doing it, despite the pain. How could her body do this to her?
After at least a minute, he asked her whether she wanted him to try to help, and she was desperate enough to say yes. He freed up one hand (by using the other one to hold both flaps away from her pisshole from underneath), then he used the free hand to start rubbing against her clit. She closed her eyes, not knowing how this was meant to help, but at this point, she’d give anything a try.