First Date Desperation

[sweet_release 55]

As promised, I have more tales to share! Here’s a favorite memory of mine…

In the summer of 2014, I travelled out to the West Coast to take my mind off a bad break-up and generally enjoy the sunshine and a change of pace. I took the opportunity to explore Tinder for the first time, and had myself a wonderful time with a lot of lovely people. One of them I particularly took to - let's call him Drew. On our first date, I knew immediately that we had a great connection. He was smart, handsome, tattooed, articulate, multi-lingual, and we even had the same taste in weird books. The only reason I'm supplying these details is to explain just how enamored I was, and thus how much I wanted to impress him. After that first coffee date, we quickly arranged a second date, for a more traditional dinner.

The night of, I put on my shortest floral print sundress and set out into the city to meet him at an Ethiopian restaurant. The meal was delicious, and I was trying so, so hard to make sure he liked me as much as I liked him. Everything went smoothly and after we finished eating and he asked if I wanted to go walk around a nearby park. I made sure to nip to the restroom before we left for a perfectly average pee, checked that my makeup was still up to par, and off we went. Now, at that time, I was not yet 21, and so we couldn't go grab drinks as tradition would usually go. Luckily for us, Drew had a leather coat with a special trick: inside was a pocket in the lining that could fit awhole bottle of wine, and the jacket was big enough to hide it perfectly! We got to the park just as dusk was beginning to settle into the sky, and found a nice patch of grass to lie down on and talk. We went through the bottle quite quickly, and by the end of things I was quite thoroughly tipsy. Prior to this, I didn't have a whole lot of experience drinking, and thus was unfamiliar with exactly how much faster booze feels like it's filling up your bladder than other beverages. After probably an hour and a half spent chatting and laughing and making out, it started to get chilly and Drew asked if I would be interested in going back to his apartment. I immediately said yes, of course! As soon as I stood up, though, I realized there was a problem. Already, I had to pee quite badly, but even if this city's public parks had restrooms at all (rare), they were certainly closed at this point. I have good faith in my bladder capacity and control, though, and so I judged it to not be a problem and set off with Drew. What I didn't realize was that Drew lived nowhere nearby, and between me and a toilet lay a walk to a bus stop, a bus ride, and then another walk to his apartment!

The walk to the bus stop wasn't so bad. I could definitely feel all of that wine sloshing about in my bladder, but the warm buzz of the alcohol and the incredibly pleasant company kept me well distracted. Waiting for the bus, I was perhaps pressing my knees together a little more tightly than I would have otherwise, but the brisk night air provided good cover for this. I was grateful that the bus arrived quickly, and even more grateful that there were seats available. I asked Drew as subtly as possible about how long the bus ride would be; imagine my horror when he said about half an hour! I took a deep breath and resolved to remain cool. Admitting to needing to pee on a second date felt embarrassing, somehow, even though as an adult I don't count myself as being particularly pee-shy. 

The situation quickly grew worse. The roads in this particular city are not tremendously well taken care of, and every bump and pothole felt like it went straight to my bladder. 15 minutes into the ride I had my legs firmly crossed and was struggling to focus on what Drew was saying. I forced myself to breathe deeply but slowly, tightly clenching the muscles in my thighs while carefully keeping my face relaxed. Sweet as he was, I just simply could not bring myself to let on to him that I was now desperate for a bathroom. The minutes ticked by, and I, wholly unfamiliar with the city, kept my eyes locked on his face, hoping to be able to see the spark of recognition that would occur when our stop arrived. To my disbelief, my bladder felt like it was continuing to expand - how much more wine could possibly be left to filter through my kidneys? Finally, fiiiiiinally Drew said the magic words - "Oh, here we are!" 

I gasped when I stood up. If I thought it was bad when sitting down, gravity introduced an entirely new level of desperation. I had long passed the point where I would have described myself as just badly needing the restroom - I was absolutely desperate to piss, and soon. I carefully minced my way off of the bus, Drew's long legs carrying him far ahead of me. He stopped to wait for me and asked if I was okay, but I still could not bring myself to even hint of my condition, and instead blamed it on my not-yet-broken-in Doc Martens. “How far away is your apartment?” I asked, trying to keep all manner of stress out of my voice. “Oh, not too far, just a few minutes,” he said. “It's just up that hill!”

Now, walking around with a bulging bladder is bad. Walking up a hill? Much, much worse. I truly, truly could not remember the last time I had needed to pee this badly… it was all I could think about. With every step, I was hyping myself up in my head. “You're almost there! Just a few more minutes! You made it so far, you can't give up now, you can't piss yourself, he'll never want to see you again! Just a few more minutes and you can quietly excuse yourself to the bathroom, sit down on a toilet and gush to your heart's content...” Oh, a toilet. How badly I wanted one. For a brief moment, I sincerely considered the possibility that I was going to have to ask him to stop so that I could squat behind a bush, but just the thought of having to make that request was enough to make me want to die, let alone the thought of him standing feet away from me while I let out what I knew would be a long, loud torrent. 

I cannot stress enough how happy I was to finally arrive at his building. But alas, dear reader, another challenge awaited me. You see, the perils of dating cool artsy boys include the chance that they might live in a commune. And if they live in a commune, there might not be enough spare keys to go around. And if there aren't enough spare keys to go around, the only way to get into their room might be to CLIMB UP A FIRE ESCAPE AND CRAWL THROUGH A WINDOW. I nearly cried. I absolutely insisted that he go first because I was truly afraid that I would start losing spurts climbing up the ladder. By some miracle and sheer force of will, I made it up two stories and into his room with perfectly dry panties. It's honestly amazing the lengths I can convince myself to go when someone is that cute! 

Taking a deep breath, I asked him with painstakingly faked apathy if he could point me towards the bathroom. I slipped out the door pretending to be a normal person, but as soon as it clicked shut behind me my hands immediately shot between my legs and I ran towards that bathroom door. I'm sure you can imagine that artist commune bathrooms are not the most well-kept environments, but oh, that was the most beautiful toilet I have ever laid eyes on. I slid my panties down in a heartbeat, threw myself onto the seat, and - nothing. Nothing?? Nothing!! Tears legitimately formed in my eyes. I had been wanting to go for so long, bursting for hours, thinking of nothing but how good it would feel when I could finally relax and let a thick stream go, but no. My muscles had been locked down for so long that they had seemingly forgotten how to relax. I pressed gently on my bladder, which looked like it had replaced half of my abdomen. I took deep breaths. I thought about waterfalls. I thought about Drew in the other room, and how if I took too long, maybe he would notice and think I was being weird and decide he didn’t ever want to see me again let alone fuck me and ohhhh my god -

That last thought pushed me over the edge. A trickle crept out from between my lower lips, and I gasped, so afraid that it would stop as soon as it began… But it didn't. The trickle continued, and grew to a small stream. The small stream grew to a strong stream, and then there it was: the incredible gush I'd been waiting for all night. I stifled a moan and leaned back against the tank, the change in angle causing my stream to become even more pressurized. It struck the porcelain in the front of the bowl, creating splash-back on my inner thighs that I knew I was going to have to clean up thoroughly, but I was too relieved to care. I wish so dearly that I'd had the forethought to pull out my phone and time myself, because boy oh boy was this some piss. It went on and on, showing no signs of slowing, let alone stopping.  Have you ever been so desperate that you don't even start feeling like the need to pee has decreased until substantially into the pee? Even with the very audible proof of my release filling the silence of the tiny room, I still felt like I was begging for relief.  After a good 30 seconds, I finally started to feel better, and I expected things to wrap up shortly… They did not. The piss just kept coming and I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. I indulged myself in letting out a little whimper and one of my favorite porno cliche phrases: “Ooh fuck, I needed that so badly…” 

All good things must come to an end, though. Eventually, the gush died down to a steady stream, the steady stream to a slow one, the slow one back to a trickle, and then I sat there for another little whilejust pushing down and shooting out short little bursts, making sure my bladder was finally totally and completely empty. If I had to estimate, I’m pretty confident I peed for well over a minute - maybe even close to two! 

The rest of the night was a roaring success, but honestly, in my mind, that piss was just as good as everything that followed. 

[Alfresco 11,633]

That was some holding willpower there and what a feeling that release must have been.   There is no way I'd have made it through that.

I must admit though, if I was Drew then I'd have been more than happy for you to pee in the park or behind a bush on the hill (or even on the bus for that matter) and maybe it would have been an opportunity to find out how he felt about peeing, but I totally get that as a young girl on a date it would be mortifying to admit the need and you would have been really worried about his reaction.

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10 minutes ago, Alfresco said:

That was some holding willpower there and what a feeling that release must have been.   There is no way I'd have made it through that.

I must admit though, if I was Drew then I'd have been more than happy for you to pee in the park or behind a bush on the hill (or even on the bus for that matter) and maybe it would have been an opportunity to find out how he felt about peeing, but I totally get that as a young girl on a date it would be mortifying to admit the need and you would have been really worried about his reaction.

It does feel a bit silly looking back on it now! I wish I has been bolder about testing the waters (pun intended) about this fetish, but that’s far easier to say now with all the wisdom & bravery of almost 10 years 😅

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3 hours ago, sweet_release said:

It does feel a bit silly looking back on it now! I wish I has been bolder about testing the waters (pun intended) about this fetish, but that’s far easier to say now with all the wisdom & bravery of almost 10 years 😅

Totally agree - there are a lot of things that I've done in the past that I would do differently with hindsight.  In my early adult life I was very reserved, especially with friends and people I hadn't long met.   I know that I've missed out on some good fun as a result as well.  I can think of at least two girls who I know I could have had much more experience with if I'd had more confidence and were a bit more worldly wise.

One time I was out for the day with some other people and they were going to camp overnight so I said I'd go home for my tent and sleeping bag.  One very cute girl said that I could share her tent and sleeping bag, but I stupidly declined.   I also reckon I could very easily have enjoyed seeing her peeing outside.

Another was a girl that I started going out with and it turned out that she was a horsey girl.  She also took part in historical re-enactments and she even told me that sometimes they did these in outdoor places where the only toilets were bushes with one side for men and the other for ladies, so I absolutely know she peed outside without problems.   However, I never got as far as going to one of those events or going to see her at her stables.   I should have done, especially as she spent so much time there and I'm sure I'd have got to see her peeing outside, but I was too shy and we soon broke it off because she spent more time with her horses than she spent with me.  I've always regretted not taking that further.

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That is an amazing tale you tell of true desperation and relief there @sweet_release! Epic! Thank you for sharing it. I am so pleased you got the relief you needed without having an accident potentially derailing a wonderful evening. Sounds like a win-win for you 🙂