(+2 rating, 2 votes)
Loading ...Ok, this is totally embarrassing, but I just don’t know how to deal with this situation…
We’d spend the weekend hiking in the outdoors and were going back to town yesterday evening. After travelling for 3 hours I told him I could do with a pee and he asked wether he should stop, but since it were only about 20 more minutes to my place were we were going (we haven’t moved in together so far) I decided I could wait and told him I’d be ok. Unfortunatly I proved wrong, as short before our exit an accident blocked the road and traffic was held up for quite some time. 20 minutes became 40, became 50 and I was sitting there now dying to pee. When we finally arrived at the garage of my appartment building more then an hour later, I was absolutly bursting. I got out of the car picked my things up and started walking towards the staircase. As we were walking, I felt a spurt coming out and started to panic, but since my bf was walking next to me, it was not like I could grab my crotch. I just ignored it and kept on walking, using all my willpower to hold it, but I couldn’t do it anymore. A couple of seconds later I started peeing full speed, soaking my panties, leggings, socks and hikingboots, creating a huge puddle on the concret. I felt my face turn beet red and tears of embarrasment welling up in my eyes, as I continued peeing myself like nobodys business, an adult woman of 27 years. I swear I must have peed a gallon. When I was finished I stammered something like: “Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it anymore! I just couldn’t!” After that I just hurried of to my appartment and left him standing there. An hour later he called me, but I just couldn’t talk to him and still haven’t so far.
March 12th, 2009 at 4:27 pm
wow that was actually kinda hot, i wish u coulda pissed all over me