Bursting

[Pristila_GezelQ 381]

As we stumbled out of the restaurant, giggling and feeling a little tipsy, I glanced over at my older sister, Ilsa. Her mischievous smile matched mine as we made our way to the car. It had been a fun evening so far, catching up and enjoying some drinks together.

 

However, as we merged into the evening traffic, a familiar urge began to gnaw at both of us. We exchanged nervous glances, silently acknowledging the growing urgency in our bladders. We desperately needed a restroom, but the endless stretch of cars and concrete offered no respite.

 

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow as we clung to every ounce of self-control we possessed. Ilsa gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, while I crossed and uncrossed my legs repeatedly, attempting to distract myself from the mounting pressure.

 

We tried everything we could think of to hold it in. We squeezed our thighs together, hoping the added pressure would somehow alleviate the urgent need. We fidgeted in our seats, shifting our weight from side to side, attempting to find a position that offered some relief. But the relentless traffic showed no mercy, mocking our desperate plight.

 

Finally, a glimmer of hope emerged on the horizon—a gas station loomed in the distance. It couldn't have come sooner. Ilsa accelerated with newfound determination, weaving skillfully through the congested lanes, her focus unwavering. We were going to make it.

 

But as we pulled into the gas station, our excitement deflated like a punctured balloon. A sign on the restroom door revealed that it was being cleaned and temporarily out of order. Desperation set in once again, threatening to unleash the dam we had fought so valiantly to hold back.

 

We glanced at each other, panic etched on our faces. Time was running out. Ilsa muttered, her voice strained, "Pris, I can't hold it anymore." Her words echoed my own thoughts. The urgency was becoming unbearable, and relief seemed unattainable.

 

Driven by a desperate need to find a solution, Ilsa made a split-second decision. She accelerated once again, scanning our surroundings for any hidden nook or secluded spot that could offer us respite. As the minutes passed, our hope dwindled, until finally, a small gap between two walls caught our attention.

 

We quickly maneuvered the car into the narrow space, our hearts pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety. The makeshift restroom was far from ideal—an alley sandwiched between the cold, unforgiving walls, with a pavement floor as our only sanctuary. But at that moment, it felt like the answer to our prayers.

 

With shaky legs, we stumbled out of the car, clumsily arranging ourselves against the walls. Our laughter mixed with nervous anticipation as we tried to find a modicum of privacy in this unconventional space. I let Ilsa to pee first, she was bursting. We did what we had to do, each of us taking turns while the other kept watch, ready to warn of any approaching strangers. Ilsa pulled up her skirt and squatting. The relief was incredible, a a waterfall tinkled on the pavement while my sister pissing. After her it was my turn. I pulled down my jeans and lets flow a powerful current in a part where the ground was dry, I peed for several seconds with all my might, my sandals and jeans got a bit wet.  

 

This bizarre adventure would forever be etched in our memories as the day we endured the traffic, fought against nature, and found solace between two walls.

[Moore007 455]

So hot. There is something so hot with women pissing, it’s like magic, if I see a woman pee I always wish I was her piss target. I love the smell of piss from women, it’s just such a turn on. If I was there I would have filled your puddles 😀

[PeeOutside 67]

Such a hot story! Did you guys have anything to dry yourselves with?