Jessie's Lazy Thursday

[Gotah 2,382]

The story contains female desperation and peeing.

 

It was Thursday, the third day of her week off. Jessie got out of bed, early as usual to seize as much of the day as she could.
'What's on schedule today?', she thought to herself. The answer came quickly: Nothing. Her friends were busy working and she completed all of her duties on Monday and Tuesday. The past two days were busy, now Jessie had all the time of the world to do whatever the hell she wanted ... But what could she do?
Jessie did some thinking and planning, coming up with a bunch of half hearted ideas, but nothing that motivated her enough to actually make them happen.
"Maybe I should just take it easy today."
She liked this thought, however, the woman wasn't sure yet if she actually wanted to spend an entire day doing nothing.
The more Jessie thought about it though the more appealing this whole "plan" became.
"I've been a busy bee the past weeks. I think I deserve a bit of rest!", she convinced herself and just like that, as soon as Jessie finished breakfast, she went inside the living room and gently placed her lovely butt, which was still enveloped inside her peach coloured pajamas, gently on the sofa.
Already relaxed she let out a sigh of comfort thinking to herself: "Fuck yeah! Life is good."
Her whole weight was evenly distributed all over the sofa and Jessie was staring at the ceiling, waist deep in thoughts letting the minutes of the day pass.
"I should masturbate", she then whispered out of nowhere. This idea however, as exciting as it may have sounded, quickly vanished out of her mind: "Nah, too much effort. I should go and brush my teeth though!" 
And she did. The woman got up and went to the bathroom, cleaned herself and then got dressed. It was her lazy day so not much energy was put into her choice of clothing. Good old yoga pants and a black top, no socks, no underwear, just enough to not feel cold ... and Jesse loved it. She hasn't felt this comfortable in quite some time.
"I should get dress like this more often", the woman whispered. She was walking down the hallway but her light clothes made her feel as if she was floating. Jesse walked by the house door on which she hung a big mirror to examine herself (sometimes longer then necessary) before going out of the house. She caught a glimpse of herself in it and stopped. She looked at her hoboesque appearence and rather frustrated she thought to herself: "Damn it! Why do I always look best when I'm not going anywhere?!" Her black curly hair was curlier than usual, her green eyes seemed to be brighter, cheeks puffier, teeth straighter and not wearing a bra really made her whole body ooze sexiness, at least that's how Jessie saw the whole situation. For a moment she even thought about going out for a quick walk just for everyone to admire her beauty ... but that meant she had to properly get dressed after all. It was also a cold winter day so she had to wear a coat which would've hidden her voloptuous body anyway, plus her nose would've been covered in snot due to the temperatures and all of this was once again just not worth the effort. It was better to look gorgeous indoors than ugly outside. So she stayed inside her warm apartment and let the day dance around her.
After lunch though boredom slowly started to creep up on her. She got tired of constantly staring at her phone and watching TV was pointless during this time of day since every channel seemed to broadcast shows that would only appeal to, let's say, an elderly pensionate audience and since Jessie was only 27 she couldn't really immerse herself into those overly cheesy tv romances.
However, it got Jessie thinking about her future, to when she'll be old and wrinkly but she aborted the internal display of those images immediately, because as long as her tits were still pointing upwards she didn't want to spend time thinking about her old days. So she moved her thoughts to the other direction and casted her mind back to the past. When she went to school and the world was far from being miserable. She thought about the old days, how she first made friends, how she was afraid of teenagers, how she refused to use the toilets at school and then walking back home needing to pee like crazy, making her mother angry everytime she entered the house with hands between her legs.
"That's disgusting!" she heard her mother's voice screaming "learn to use those damned toilets before you end up wetting yourself in public! That's just embarassing, Jessica!"
This made the now all grown up Jessie laugh. Times have changed, toilets and teenagers are not that scary anymore and even her mother calmed herself down over the years. However, there was this one thought that kept buzzing around the young woman's head: I haven't been desperate to pee in over 15 years ... and just like that she knew how she was going to spend the rest of her afternoon.
"Let's get desperate to pee ... for nostalgia's sake!"

With a surprising amount of motivation she got once again up from the sofa and floated into the kitchen. In one of the cupboards there was a big bottle of lemonade that she bought months before in case guests would come visit one day. The bottle hasn't been opened yet, which was quite depressing, Jessie thought but nontheless there was more for her and she chugged that lemonade down like a champion. Exhausted she threw the bottle away and now all she had to do was wait, wait for the need to pee to finally kick in.
She has never done this on purpose thus making her unaware on how the whole situation was going to unfold. 
Half an hour passed and she was still feeling nothing. Jessie probably thought it was all going to happen much quicker because she started to become a bit impatient but she was excited nontheless. She began to fantasize about her walking up and down the house with a full bladder, needing the toilet, begging for relief. She was definetly underestimating the whole upcoming situation, appartently 15 years of nothing much made Jessie forget how it felt like to be in need for relief. She was definetly romanticizing the whole idea of being desperate and reality was already patiently waiting behind the corner.
It was almost 3pm now and Jessie's bladder began to send some signals. The woman was excited to say the least.
"It's finally happening!", she whispered. To make the upcoming minutes more interesting she decided to challenge herself and not pee before 4:30pm.
"Be strong, Jessie", she said. This was more of a jokey message to her inner self but unbeknownst to her this joke was going to become more serious as the afternoon progressed.
The need wasn't particularly intense yet so she kept walking around the house, stopping by the mirror from time to time, looking at herself still wondering why she can't look this good when she's around people.
Meanwhile the urge slowly started to become critical for Jessie. Her legs began to shake but she tried to ignore the need for as long as she could. Her bladder was growing and the woman was pretty amazed by that, she didn't expect that she would be able to actually see this from "outside". What was also quite unexpected was the pain that slowly spread all over her groin.
"Ah yes, just like the old days!" Now she slowly began to remember how a full bladder used to feel like back in the day and the flashbacks became more and more vivid.

The urge had taken control of Jessie's body. In the kitchen she sat on a chair with crossed legs and was moving back and forth trying to hold everything back in place.
Bended over she forced herself to remain calm with breathing excercises she learned years ago during that one yoga lesson she attended. Jessie looked at the time and it was not even 3:45 pm yet. Another 45 minutes until she could relief herself.
"I can do it!", she kept saying to herself ... but her bladder was getting bigger by the minute.

The woman eventually got tired sitting around. She got up and all the weight of her bladder fell back on her groin. Jessie flinched and kept her legs crossed. Her butt was wiggling around and that was the only body part she was able to move in that moment. Feeling the pressure between her legs made her question the goal she had set herself earlier: "Can I hold it for that long?"
The toilet wasn't that far away but she didn't want to use it. Jessie was getting into it now. Her competitive spirit began to show and she was determined to hold on until 4:30. To add even more spice to the already intense situation she took the decision to not pee into the toilet. Instead she wanted to do it differently.
"A bowl! I'm gonna go pee into a bowl!" 
Just the mere thought of it filled Jessie with arousal. She loved that idea and was excitingly waiting to make this happen. In the meantime though she still had 35 minutes left on the clock and the desire to let go became more and more intense.
"Be strong, Jessie!"
As she imagined earlier she began to walk up and down the house with both of her hands grabbing her crotch like a wet tennisball. She started moaning in pain, groan of exaustion but time was passing slowly. Jessie bounced from one leg to the other whenever she stopped walking. Standing still wasn't an option anymore, it would've made the need even stronger. The woman was looking for distraction and she found it by watching television. Jessie didn't bother to switch through channels, she watched the first programme that appeared on the screen and she was trying her best to immerse herself into that documentary about alaskan wildife.
Sitting on the sofa was a no go, she had no intention to stand up once again with a pressing bladder. She just stood there, bended over, hands glued to the crotch, still jumping from one foot to the other, watching grizzly bears catching salmon. The sound of running water from the images she saw wasn't helping at all and even though she managed to let a good bunch of minutes pass by quickly she wasn't able to watch tv any longer. Without turning it off, because it would've been to much of an effort, she left the room and began to walk up and down the hallway over and over again. Jessie got stuck in a loop but it helped and time continued to pass. As she threw another glimpse at the clock on the kitchen wall she notice that a bit less than 20 mimutes remained until the much desired relief. She was happy, however, Jessie knew it was still a long way to go especially now were the pain became unbearable but she was brave and continued her fight against her own body.
"Arg, I gotta pee so bad!", she whispered from time to time. It helped her letting some steam out.
Not wearing panties definetly helped her hold the urine back a bit better. It sounds odd but grabbing her crotch like this made her feel like a child again, all what was missing were her mother's complains but that was the last thing she wanted to hear in that moment.
Meanwhile, she continued her back and forth walk in the hallway. The more she did it the more she began to once again look at herself in the mirror. Her narcissistic tendencies slowly came to the surface, maybe a byproduct of everything that she was going through at the moment. At some point when she passed by that piece of magic glass for what she felt was the 500th time, the woman stopped and looked at herself. She saw the reflection of a woman who needed to used the toilet as soon as possible. Pain and exhaustion were written all over her face. She noticed how the reflection's legs were crossed, she saw the placement of her hands and the nervous tippytaps of her bare feet. 
"You desperately need a piss aswell, don't you?"
Jessie wasn't going to lie, she liked what she saw. Watching herself in this condition was surely a turn on.
"I feel like I'm about to die, but damn I look hot!" She was not ashamed admitting that to herself but she knew she was going to keep these thoughts hidden from the outside world.
After she spend maybe two minutes looking at her tortured self she noticed that her belly had expanded over the course of the last hour. She lifted her top and observed her massive bladder bulge. It was quite intimidating at first but the fascination towards it soon prevailed. She looked down at it, examined it, tried to figure out the bulge's size by looking at it in the mirror from different points of view. It almost looked like she was posing like a pregnant woman for a photo shoot.
Then, as she was still unable to keep her eyes off her reflection, a dark patch was forming around her crotch. One of her hands was still tightly pressed between her crossed legs and it was slowly but surely getting moistened by something warm. As soon as the first gush of urine splashed onto the floor the woman finally realized what was going on. Shocked she gasped for air and squeezed her pussy together as tight as possible. Stopping the stream in agonizing pain. 
"Not yet! Not yet! Hold it, Jessie! HOLD IT! .... Aaaaaaaaarg!"
Blinded by her own self she forgot about her need to pee and relaxed for a moment, now she had a wet patch of urine in her croch that was hidden behind her hands.
"I can't! I can't! I can't!"
She felt her bladder slowly giving up. Jessie ran back into the kitchen desperately trying to hold everything under control. She opened a cupboard and in chaotic manner she pulled out the biggest glass bowl she could find, losing some other drops of urine while doing so.
"Oh God, I have to pee so fucking bad!"
In a hurry she placed the bowl onto the kitchen floor only to lift it back up immediately after.
"Not here!", she thought "I don't want to pee here!"
With her last strenght she started running towards the house door. Jessie let the bowl fall in front of the mirror. She desperately pulled her pants down, squatted over the bowl, looked at the reflection of her bare pussy and watched the strongest, most powerful stream of piss shoot out of her.
Oh, sweet relief!
Jessie was almost screaming as she felt the pressure diminish with each second. She was breathing heavily and loved the sight of herself peeing in the mirror. The urine splashed loudly all around the glassy surface of the bowl and it was slowly filling up to the brim. Jessie's face of relief couldn't have been more beautiful. A fantastic feeling she never expected to experience. The woman let out one moan after the other grasping for air simultaneously.
"I have to do this again!", she whispered exhausted.
At some point there was no urine left in her bladder anymore. Jessie however was still squatting over the bowl and looked down to it. She saw the reflection of her and her pussy in the urine. She then looked up to the mirror, winked at herself and finally stood back up. The woman carefully lifted the bowl and pured its content into the toilet were it actually belonged.
After a deep breath she stood up straight (for the first time after almost 1:30 hours) and moved her heavy legs into the living room thinking to herself: "NOW I'm gonna go masturbate!"

Edited January 17, 2021 by Gotah