The Wet Washroom

[Riley 13,064]

The sky was a dark grey as rain drizzled onto the black paved street. The feint sound of engines roaring past filled my ears as I sat staring blankly out of a coffee shop window. The sky was starting to turn to night, with the warm coffee shop lights leaving reflections of the inside of the shop onto the clear glass. I looked back at my laptop and started finishing my work, hearing the clacking of keys as I wrote. I typed, occasionally taking sips from the white ceramic tea cup sitting next to me. There were a few other people but it was relatively quiet with just the feint noise of other keyboards clacking, cups hitting tables, and the occasional laugh from patrons talking over their drinks. 

I drank another sip and felt a pressure emerge in my bladder. I smiled and took another sip of tea, feeling the warm liquid flow through my mouth and down into my stomach. I began typing once more and started to feel the pressure increase as time passed by. I was wearing blue jeans and a very comfortable oversized sweater that felt like a blanket wrapped around me. 

The pressure began to worsen and I could feel my pee trying to force its way out of my urethra. I pushed my legs together trying to lessen the pressure but it seemingly did very little to solve my need to pee. I decided to stay a few more minutes, knowing I could probably hold it, before making my way to the bathroom. At this point I was too distracted by my need to pee to work so I mostly sat there enjoying the feeling and browsing the internet, seeing if anything peaked my interest.

I felt a tiny drop of pee seemingly make its way past to the tip of my urethra where I then felt it soak into my panties. I clenched my muscles and pushed my legs together as hard as I could before packing my bag and trying to look natural while walking to the bathroom. The restroom was  down a hallway, kind of pushed away from everything. I slowly walked up to it, feeling my need to pee peak, seeing that the restroom was vacant before walking inside.

The room was plain, with a light above the sink and brown walls, with a black tiled floor. The room was smaller with the toilet facing the door and the sink to the right of the toilet. There was a larger mirror positioned above the sink that I looked straight into as I walked in. I felt very desperate to pee, but also still didn't feel in any danger of loosing control immediately and so walked in front of the mirror. I took my sweater off and hung it on the hook on the wall before looking in the mirror at my blue jeans and white t-shirt.

A thought ran through my head and I couldn't resist the temptation while standing in front of the mirror. I relaxed my muscles a tiny bit and instantly felt a spurt of pee shoot into my panties. There wasnt any visible damage but it definitly made me feel very desperate to pee. I relaxed again for longer and watched as a tiny spot formed in my crotch and I watched as it expanded feeling two lines of wetness follow the back of my jeans. I clenched my muscles and was partly terrified of what I had just done but partly just loved what I had felt.

I now felt very very desperate to pee and ran back to the toilet, pulling down my jeans and panties and peeing. Now, my flow unhindered by my brain or muscles,  shot into the toilet bowl with a loud hissing sound as a wave of relief washed over me. It felt, amazing and made me remember part of the reason I love to hold so much. Eventually though my stream started to slow, and so i slightly stuck my hand in front of it, and felt the warmrth cascade across my palm and down between my fingers as my stream began to stop.

I felt amazing afterwards and slightly touched myself with my wet hand, feeling my already very aroused body respond to the touches from my hand. I slowly rubbed in a circularlike motion, feeling my body respond to the motion more and more as I continued. I continued to do the motion as I felt my sense start to heighten and my msucles began to go weak. Then I felt this almost explosion of feeling as my vision blurred and my body relaxed. I felt...... amazing

I tried to use toilet paper to clean up and while it was relatively successful, i just hoped my sweater covered the rest.

Sorry that my writing kind of maybe deteriorated a little near the end, to be completely honest. I really really really need to pee right now, but wanted to finish writing before running to the bathroom. I hope it was still ok!! sorry!

[gldenwetgoose 21,491]

I really didn't think your writing deteriorated in the slightest....  you'd built up the tension, the waiting, the holding...  we'd joined in wondering if you were going to make it and then the ultimate climax.  Once you'd exploded it's natural to take a deep breath and start to relax - and that's where we were too. It's natural for the pace to relax and the story to reach a conclusion.

Hope the relax as you did run to the bathroom was just as good!