Debbie's First Desperation In My Presence

[wettingman 447]

Years ago life was good because my girlfriend who became my wife always held her pee often to the last minute and beyond. She said she was not into pee holding as a sexual thing but I have always wondered as some of the stories I will tell will show .She did however sometimes humor me.
The first time I remember her being desperate was when we were as a senior in High School. Neither of us went during school so by 5:00PM our bladders were usually full. This one day however she was particularly fidgety and began sneaking her hand to her crouch when she thought I didn’t see. Eventually she announced she had to pee real bad and was about to wet her pants, and took off towards the bathroom undoing her blue pants on the way. I followed her through the kitchen, and asked if I could watch. I had never seen a girl pee and the idea was very exciting. She said “NO!” and would I please let her go before she wet her pants. Suddenly she screwed up her face and inhaled sharply. She plunged her hand inside her pants and grabbing her crouch tightly and crossing her legs. She said “OH  No Please it is going to come out!” I gave in and said ok just go, hoping for better luck next time.  She then said, no I can still hold it. It turns out she had wet her panties , just enough to relieve the pressure but not enough to show. About ½ hour later she, as usual, walked me half way home, about a 10 minute walk. WE parted in a wooded area behind a factory. Once again she became franticly desperate to pee holding herself and doing the pee-pee dance. I kept trying to delay her, suggesting she pee in the woods. She wouldn’t do that. Luckily for me it was winter and my long heavy coat covered my huge hard on, although I would soon tell her of my fetish.  She said I have to go now my pee is about to come out (again it turns out). Suddenly she gave me one last kiss goodbye and took off running, bent forward, and her hand grabbing her pussy .That was the last I saw of her that day, but we talked on the phone later and I asked her how she managed. She said she got up the road a ways and her pee started gushing out. She stopped and crossed her legs, grabbed her pussy with her hands tightly staunching the flow temporally, but not until there was a big wet spot in her crouch and down her upper inner thigh. She proceeded running as before, but about a block from her home another wave of unstoppable wave hit, this time wetting her pants almost to her knees. She again stopped and gained control. She proceeded the rest of the way home but as she was unlocking the door  doing a key latch pee-pee dance, she lost control completely, hot urine running all the way down her legs and puddling on the porch. Realizing all was lost and not wanting to make a mess on the floor,she stayed where she was and leg go completely  . She went inside to the bathroom but her bladder, having last peed 10 hours ago was  completely empty. How I wish I could have seen her pants completely soaked from top to bottom. I can’t help but wonder if I could have kept her with me a few more minutes longer and witness her wetting . But it was still relatively early in our relationship and I hoped my time would come furthermore she retold the story in such detail that I can still remember it after all these years and sometimes imagine it as I masturbate . Once I told her of my fetish she would tell me pee stories, some I saw or we created .I would rub off on her leg and come all over her pussy. Sadly we divorced years ago but I still sometimes use her stories to rub one off.

[PissDude 470]

When I was in high school in the early 90's, a friend and his girlfriend didn't have classes the last hour of the day. My 2nd to last class was near the parking lot, so I'd usually meet them before they left and I went to my last class. At least one time I met her first before he showed up. She was dancing and had a pained expression. I asked what was wrong. She said "I have to go pee really bad!" We were literally standing next to the bathrooms, so I mentioned they were right there. She said she'd be OK, but was still dancing. Then my friend showed up, and they left for her car to head to her house. At the time, I didn't know what to think about it, but more than 30 years later, all I can think is "lucky bastard." Leave school with a girl with an overfilled bladder desperate for relief who won't actually go in the bathroom she's standing next to, and what else was supposed to happen?