Double Trouble

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As a former browser, this is my first post on this site, which also happens to be my first time writing erotica. Please pardon any errors as English is not my first language. Your views and constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: The story contains desperation and public peeing (both male and female). All the characters are above 18 years of age.

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Double Trouble
A Tale of Two Wheels and Full Bladders

The night sky was alive with stars, and the moon shone brightly over the winding road. A couple rode their bike along the path, the night providing them with a sense of peace and calm. Tushar held the handlebars, while Rashmi hugged him tightly from behind, her head on his shoulder. They had just finished visiting the young man's in-laws and were looking forward to returning home. Little did they know that the journey home would be more than just a peaceful ride.

It was a long journey from Bareilly to Panipat, a distance of 400 km that would take them nearly seven hours. It was a humid summer night, and to beat the heat and stay hydrated, the couple made sure they drank lots of water. But the water was now showing its effects, their bladders full to the brim. Surprisingly, it was Rashmi who broke the silence. "Do you think there are any rest stops nearby?", Tushar replied "Given the countryside, I don't think there will be many stops. Even if there are, I bet they will be closed at night. What happened though, is your tiny bladder full again?". Rashmi retorted, "Oh gosh! Don't tell me you don't need to pee too." It was true he felt a slight pressure down there, but the very thought of his wife being desperate made him amorous. Trying to pump up her pressure, he began to whistle. Wary of his antics, Rashmi snapped, "Don't you try this, or the seat of this bike is gonna be flooded. Choose wisely!" Tushar stopped whistling, indulging in her misery. He decided to let time do its job, as it always does.

Meanwhile, Rashmi suffered in silence. Every pothole, every speed breaker was a challenge in itself. Each one of them made her hold her crotch in an attempt to contain the bouncing liquids inside. As the trees passed by, she could only think about relief. She imagined herself in a low squat, her pee dwindling in the shrubbery, as the grass absorbed her golden juices. The feeling of being free in nature reminded Rashmi of her childhood. Life was good when times were simpler.

She could see a small house in the distance, thinking of the toilet it concealed behind closed doors. Could she knock on the door for permission to use the bathroom? Her bladder compelling her to do so, but the hands of her watch made her decide against it. Rashmi fell deep into her thoughts, as she imagined a mature lady as the sole resident of house. The lady gets out of bed in the middle of the night and shuffles her way to the bathroom. As she enters, a wave of relief washes over her as she realises she has finally made it just in time. Pulling down her pyjamas and panties in one go, she sits on the toilet as a torrent of piss erupts from her urethra. The tinkling sound of pee hitting the porcelain, only to be concealed by the loud moans of pleasure. The feeling of relief continues to flow through her body as she finishes voiding her bladder and pulls her pyjamas back up. Despite it being a product if her imagination, Rashmi couldn't help but feel a bit of envy for the lady who was fortunate to pee in the toilet while she suffered in silence.

Rashmi was brought back to reality by a spurt that escaped from her panties. She clutched her crotch, wincing in an attempt to prevent further damage. Tushar was enjoying her plight, but tried to act cool instead and asked, "You okay, dear?". On the verge of wetting herself, Rashmi was far from okay. "Please stop, I just can't hold it anymore." she stammered. Tushar, himself quite in need, gave in to the request and nodded.
They drove around in search of a restroom. None was to be found, much to Rashmi's dismay. "Just stop!!" she shouted. Tushar knew this time nothing could stop her. Their bike came to a halt, right beside them was an endless field, and an old abandoned house that overlooked them. The grass didn't provide much cover, but privacy was the last thing Rashmi cared about. Without wasting any time, she got off the bike. Hiking up the hem of her kurta, she pulled down her jeggings. Her sphincter muscles gave up, and she was peeing through her panties before she knew it! Pulling her panties out of the way, she positioned herself in a high squat. Urine gushing through her urethral orifice, it was no less than a fountain. The pattering sound of pee hitting the ground pierced through the silence of the night.                                                

Tushar was too stunned to speak. He couldn't help but admire his wife's vagina as it expelled the contents of her bladder. Golden droplets of pee glistened through her neatly trimmed bush, as she moaned in relief. He could watch Rashmi pee for hours, but he needed to take care of his own business first. The hissing sound made his urge uncontrollable. He tried to pull down the zipper of his trousers, but damn, they were stuck. Improvising, he quickly unfastened and pulled down his trousers and boxers. His bladder erupted, pee arching and hitting the bark of a tree.               

Rashmi had never pissed so much before in life. Past the 90 second mark, her stream was still going strong. She glanced over her husband, watching him pee like a little boy; with his trousers around his ankles and balls swaying in the breeze, she was amused and excited at the same time. As she neared the she 2 minute mark, her pee dribbled to mere droplets. Finishing her pee, she realised her blue cotton panties were wet and ruined. She stood up and removed her panties, the cold breeze hitting her bare ass. Quickly pulling up her jeggings, she was quite unsure what to do with the panties. She asked Tushar, "Can you please keep these?". He obliged, "Just lemme finish up!". Milking out the last remaining drops, he stuffed his penis in boxers and pulled up his trousers. Folding Rashmi's panties, he put them in his back pocket.

The couple now finally relieved, decided to get back on the road. Their bladders were now empty, but their hearts were flowing with love. Climbing up the bike, Tushar revved up the engine. Rashmi put her arms around him, her round and perky breasts pressing against his back. Tushar didn't say anything, but his pitched up tent sure did.
Unbeknownst to them, this was just the beginning as several adventures lay ahead in this Journey!

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