So close.... yet so far

[Sophie 24,410]

Yesterday I was a little naughty. I had to run a few errands and I asked in the chat for some suggestions of what to do. I decided on going out with a full bladder, I’m starting to rather enjoy being desperate and there’s something magical about doing it with others around, letting them know how badly you need to pee. It’s completely harmless and I get quite a thrill from it, and who knows, maybe some people I meet secretly enjoy it too. I was wearing light pink cotton briefs underneath some rather tight skinny jeans and a t-shirt. I was at my obviously desperate if you looked, jiggly phase when I left the house and I knew things would only get worse over the hour I intended on being out.

Things were pretty normal at first. I decided to walk instead of taking my car and because I didn’t need to concentrate on the road, I could properly enjoy that full feeling inside of me. I wasn’t bursting but I definitely would have found some toilets if I didn’t have other plans. I wouldn’t have been able to stand still for very long but luckily, or unluckily, I didn’t have to wait in any queues. I did the few errands I needed to, near people the whole time and began walking back. It was the walk back where my desperation really began to take hold. I don’t know if it was because I was walking uphill, if more fluids were working through me, or if I was thinking about my bathroom at home but I seemed to be getting more desperate by the minute. It would take me another 20 minutes or so to get home and I began to worry I wouldn’t make it. I walked quicker, wanting to bend over and jam a hand between my legs but determined to keep moving. I tried to take my mind off things, using a little trick I use when I’m cycling long distances. I count in my head, usually the revolutions of my pedals but in this case, my steps. I learn to ignore the burning in my legs because I’m focussed on counting the numbers. But it wasn’t working, all I could think about was the ever increasing need to pee. Does anyone else find as soon as they reach the street they live on, the desperation doubles? I felt like I was going to lose it at any second and I could see my house in front of me, only 100 yards away. I pulled the key out of my pocket as I reached my gate, hopped down the garden path and quickly let myself in.

As soon as I closed the door behind me I began to run up the stairs. I would normally take off my shoes first but I was far too desperate. The bathroom door was open and I could see my husband stood at the sink so I knew the toilet was free. My relief was only seconds away. Hallelujah! “Hi babe. Sorry, can’t wait!” I said to him as I started frantically trying to unfasten my jeans. Why are jeans buttons so tight at the worst possible moment? It was at that point my body decided it had enough and I started weeing. I’m not sure if it was pulling at my jeans, seeing the toilet in front of me or if I had simply reached my limit but I could not stop the trickle wetting my knickers. I felt the wetness starting to spread across the back of my jeans and with one final failed attempt at unfastening them, I knew I had lost the battle.

I sat down on the toilet, fully clothed, and stopped fighting it. Moments later pee began gushing into my underwear with a muffled hiss and I just let it happen. I didn’t care any more, I just wanted an empty bladder. I looked up at Mark with a shy smile as a tinkle filled the room, my jeans becoming saturated and unable to hold the liquid flowing into them. It felt incredible to completely let go like that, to go from holding it to complete relaxation in an instant and my big sigh told Mark just how much I was enjoying it. I could feel the wetness spreading across my backside and I really enjoyed how it was taking its time. I could enjoy it for a little longer compared to my underwear which gets soaked almost immediately. I noticed in my hurry I had left the bathroom door wide open so I pushed it nearly closed with my foot. Anyone stood outside the bathroom would think I was weeing normally, the hissing had died down and all you could hear was the loud splashing. I have a full length mirror on the back of the door so after closing it I could see my face had turned a light shade of pink, but I looked so relieved! My wee seemed never ending too. I know I had to pee a lot but I don’t know where I had been keeping it all! I sighed again and rested my head in my hands, waiting for my bladder to empty.

I’m estimating I went for nearly a minute before my stream ended and it was a little longer before the tinkle stopped, it getting higher in pitch as it slowed down, the trickle becoming thinner. I don’t know how to describe it but I’m sure you know what I mean. Once the drips had stopped I stood up and wrapped my arms around Mark, hugging him tight and kissing him deeply. “Hi babe. Sorry about that. I was bu…” he stopped me with a quick kiss.
“Don’t be sorry, that was the hottest thing ever”
I hugged him for a minute and examined the damage, my crotch was a little wet but I probably could have hidden that if I really wanted to, say if I was out in public or something, but the back was a completely different story. My entire lower butt was soaked, a very visible dark blue. As is common after holding it for a while I needed another wee, and since my clothes were already wet and I was feeling naughty. I just relaxed and let it happen. After a few seconds I started weeing and I smiled at myself in the mirror as I saw wet streaks running down the inside of my thighs. It was a short wee, maybe 5-10 seconds but it actually felt naughtier than the main one.

I unfastened my jeans, rather easily in fact, funny how that works isn’t it? If it came undone that easily to begin with, I would have stayed dry. And wriggled them down my legs to reveal my soaking wet underwear. There was a clear contrast between the wet parts and the dry parts, my lower half being a dark pink. I felt so sexy. I turned around to inspect my clothes from every angle before pulling down my underwear and then crouching to take off my shoes before stripping completely. I closed the bathroom door properly, turned on the shower and hopped in. “Are you joining me? The kids will be okay downstairs for a little while” Of course he joined me!

 

[Alfresco 11,633]

 Very hot @Sophie.   Even better that Mark was there to witness your bladder finally giving in and that you couldn’t get your jeans off.

In answer to your question about desperation doubling as you approach home, absolutely yes.  I can wait for ages but as soon as I am in sight of home then things get desperate very quickly.  

[Merkus 196]

Such a hot desperation story @Sophie! I have to say my favorite part was during your second pee when you knew you could take off your pants, but didn’t. 
 

Thank you for your story! I can’t wait until the next one!

[gldenwetgoose 21,494]

Well @Sophie - you already know my reaction to this (very much as per all of your naughty exploits) - so I'm not going to comment at length.   Just WOW.

[mickymoist 3,513]

@Sophie very hot and beautifully described 🥰

[Guest UnabashedUser]

Stories keep getting better and better and detailed.

Loved every descriptive phrase.

Created visual scenarios mentally for me.

And great stiffness.

🙂