Very Desperate Rush To Release (Omorashi-esque Story)

[CalmBirdSong 109]

*The following story contains themes of pee holding and desperation, as well as detailed tasting and relief later.*

 

With a frantic swift of her finger, the elevator button was pressed. Rosie has been holding her pee for six hours, having drank a lot of water from her time outside. She has spent the past two days on vacation, and has arrived back at her hotel, where she desperately started to make her way back to her room to relieve herself. Now in the elevator shaft, heading upwards to the correct floor, Rosie had her hand stuck on her crotch in an effort to not leak. Her bladder full to the brim is on the edge of bursting soon, if her floor doesn’t show up sooner. Rosie’s hope sank a bit when she felt a small spurt of urine leave her pouch and shot out into her pants, leaving a small mark in the process. With her control, Rosie forcefully sealed shut her inner sphincter, her tank of urine now practically screaming to be let out. As if someone above has granted her wish, the elevator door, now at the appropriate floor, opened up to the hallway. Rosie dashed out, and headed straight for her hotel room, keeping a hand guarded on her private region for safety. Rosie pushed open the door, and closed it, then sprinted to the bathroom, open for her arrival. With that door shut, Rosie laid eyes on the porcelain throne, filling her up with joy. She turned her back, slid down her pants and underwear, and sat down. She instantly let go of her sphincter, allowing the pee a clear path to the point of exit. Not two seconds later, the first spray of pee left Rosie’s lower lips and hissed as it went into the toilet water. A huge wave of relief hit Rosie as her stream was gushing out of her. Sighs and moans of relaxation left her mouth, as did more hissing from her pussy. Somewhat curious, Rosie looked down to what was was occurring. She saw a big gush of bladder juice continuously exiting from her pee slit and dive into the growing pool of pee below. The gush lowered to a lighter stream, less intense but still flowing with pride. Rosie decided she wanted to taste a bit of her fresh urine. She lowered two of her fingers next to her cunt lips, still spitting out a warm stream of relief. A few droplets caught onto her fingers, and she put the sample to her mouth, and tasted it. She found the taste enjoyable. Her big stream waned down to a trickle, then to nothing. Drops of pee still left Rosie’s exposed pee slit, landing gracefully below her. A final drop squeezed out from the exit and joined the pool. Rosie has finished her relief. She grabbed hold of a piece of tp, and used it to wipe her lower lips. She wiped her flaps and pee slit, now comfortably closed, since her storage of pee has emptied. With that, the toilet was flushed, and her hands were washed.