The (Pee) Escape Room

[gldenwetgoose 21,500]

(Male & female desperation, pee and wetting)

 

Hi guys, do you want to hear what naughty fun we got up to the other night ?  Of course you do...

When I say 'we', that's myself Charlie (it's not Sunday, so we'll lose the Charlotte) and my friend Kat (also not her Sunday name).  We met in the uni halls last year, and instantly hit it off - even though we're quite different.

Anyway, it was Kat's birthday during the week so us and a couple of the guys we know decided to celebrate.  Jake said he had it all planned, and as he's good with stuff like that we let him go for it.  First stop was the usual start of night bar in the student quarter.  A couple of games of pool, a few drinks and a couple of shots.

I said Kat and me were quite different - her in short skirt bouncing around swigging some brightly coloured alco-pops, me in my usual black jeans, band Tshirt and bottle of craft ale.  I should have been born a bloke I reckon.

Anyway, back to the night...   And just as we'd finished the second round of drinks Jake looked at is watch and announced we were moving on.  Not to the usual second bar, but instead a quick walk across town, Kat having to half run to keep up with Jake and Alfie, and down the stairs of the Metro station.   A couple of minutes later we were on the eastbound underground train all quizzing Jake on where we were going.  He wasn't for telling of course.

Still none the wiser we passed four or five stops before Jake sprang up - "This is the one.  Come on!"

At street level it seemed we were in an industrial part of town, that sort of run down mix of garages, small industrial units all looking a bit scary after dark.   Jake seemed to know where he was going, turning left and then right in the litter strewn streets.

"There it is" he announced, "but hang on a sec though, I need a piss"  and literally stopped right in front of us, unzipping and pulling out his cock.

"Me too" said Alfie, following suit.   Before we knew it the two of them were dousing down the wall, two streams splattering noisily on a few tatty bits of cardboard below.  Kat and I just looked at each other with that look of despair, and in Kat's case I noticed she was standing with legs crossed firmly.  I knew the feeling, the ale was sitting heavy in my bladder and I was definitely going to use the loo when we got to wherever Jake was leading us.

As their streams subsided, the two boys zipped up again and we carried on walking, stepping over the two rivers trickling across the pavement.   We reached a plain looking doorway with metal shutters, Jake looked at his phone and punched in a code number into the pad next to the door.   There was a click and low buzzing sound, Alfie pulled open the door and stepped in, followed by Kat, myself and then Jake.   The door swung shut with a solid metallic clang.

 

Looking around, it seemed like we were in some industrial factory office sort of room.  It wasn't a big room by any means, and looked like something from a museum - a couple of old fashioned desks, a counter top like an old reception desk, some odd sort of machines with buttons and lights, but no modern computers or phones.  The door we came in through was behind us and on the other side was another door.  Something was very strange and creepy about the whole place....

"I really need a wee"  I said, "let me go and see if I can find a loo" and walked over to the other door, which to my dismay seemed to be locked.

"You're not the only one desperate" added Kat, doing a little pee dance that would have been cute in other circumstances.

"There's a 'ring for attention' button here" said Alfie, and pressed it hopefully.   It sort of worked...  a projected image appeared on the wall and that's where everything became apparent, and at the same time took a turn from the odd to the frankly ridiculous.

The projected image was a video intro telling us we were in the city's premier Escape Room, and we were to puzzle our way out.  It seems that the system was completely automated, the doors would either be unlocked when we found the key or automatically after 60 minutes.

Now, bear in mind that we'd all had a couple of pints worth of fluid, and been rushed out of the bar without any opportunity or warning to go for a piss - but Jake knew exactly what we were getting into.  Of course we didn't.   Let's just say our first fifteen minutes in the escape room weren't spent solving any puzzles.   Tense isn't the word, as I launched into ripping into Jake, sort of assisted by Kat who'd gone unusually quiet.

How could he not appreciate that we needed to pee too...  it was alright for them, just whip it out and piss... what are we supposed to do?   And that was getting to be a real question.  The heaviness in my bladder had reached the need to wee stage, and I was seeing the same body language from Kat too.  Was he some sort of pervert or masochist weirdo?

Eventually Alfie broke into my tirade - he's the quieter one, and usually speaks sense.  We could either carry on arguing, or could work together to hopefully get out of the room before the sixty minute limit.   Seems that despite his pee, he earlier piss in the street he needed to go again too.

 

I'd love to tell you all about the puzzle, how we tackled and solved it....  But my mind is a blur to be honest.  Have you ever tried to concentrate when the only thing on your mind is a screaming bladder?   I could feel the waist band of my jeans cutting into my stomach which was hard as a watermelon.   In front of me, Kat was standing, squirming with her shapely legs firmly crossed.

If I hadn't been concentrating so much on my own need, I'd probably have been a little turned on at the sight of her - my bisexuality was a university discovery which Kat had played no small part in.

"Are you ok?" she whispered to me at one point.   "I don't think so" was my honest reply.

Both of us had reached the point of not caring how obvious we made our need.  I had one hand literally clamped between my clenched thighs, the side of my thumb pressing hard in the area of my peehole.   Kat had her hand in a fist pressing against her skirt. I pictured her pretty underwear and her neatly trimmed landing strip just beneath.  The two guys too were looking pretty uncomfortable - not that it made us feel any better.

Time ticked by, it wasn't a case of looking at the clock at all.  But I could feel the waves of needing to pee coming on.  You know that feeling when you're sort of ok until you think about peeing, or you reach the end of your driveway and suddenly the need to pee hits you?   I had that feeling of needing to go more and more, to the extent of physically having to tense my abdomen until my muscles burned, then the feeling would ease again.   Whilst it was eased I was trying desperately to help solve the puzzle, but as each wave hit I was powerless to do anything except put all my effort into not wetting myself.

Kat was suffering just as much of course, not helped by her petite frame.  She was bouncing on her heels, cursing and swearing to herself.  Her dignity and subtle hand in front of her cleft had been replace by both hands clamped firmly on her bits, not caring that she had her skirt hoisted up around her waist and was giving everyone more than a glimpse of her red lacy panties.   If nothing else I think it was helping Alfie hold on - guys can't pee when they're hard, right ?

 

Somehow even despite all of this chaos going on, Jake was working on the puzzle.  And not a moment too soon shouted "Got it".

I say 'not a moment too soon'...   As he made the final connections I had a moment of barely holding it.  Actually I did feel the tiniest trickle escape from my urethra.  I clamped as hard as I could and bent to lean on the counter top, both hands rammed between my legs.

Whatever Jake did, a loud buzzer sounded and the door unlocked.   That buzzer unfortunately very literally scared the piss out of Kat.  She gave a squeal, hands thrown up in the air and dropped to her knees.   Later she said she really didn't care, the sudden noise had caused her to lose control and when she started she just gave up caring and had just dropped to her knees letting a flood spread below her. A deafening swishing-gushing noise filling the room.  Her relief had been amazing, she'd said and I knew exactly. 

That's what she told me later, but right at the moment there was only one thing on my mind.   I looked at the door, looked at Alfie and the look of horror on his face as a dark circle started to appear on his brown jeans.  Then I looked at the door again.

I could feel my muscles spasming and giving up, a squirt of hot pee into my panties and then a second which tracked down my thigh as I dived for the door and out into the darkness of the night.

Fortunately I didn't fumble too much as I yanked my jeans and panties to my knees and dropped to my knees on the edge of the kerb.  In an instant I was peeing, a huge arc spraying half way across the road.  Before I knew it Jake was standing right next to me, his cock at my eye level also peeing an arc onto the road.  I could here Alfie too somewhere behind us, splattering and sighing in relief too.

I've no idea how long it was before my arc slowed and dwindled, fading into trickles that ran and dripped off my bum cheeks.  I was gasping in relief, every muscle aching. Certainly long after the two guys.  Finally I was done, and after bouncing a couple of times, pulled up my briefs and then my jeans.   I could feel the cold wetness in the crotch where I'd spurted and where the pee on my slit and bum soaked in, and the wet waistband and lower legs of my jeans where I must have sprayed them with my piss.

Kat emerged from the building, panties in hand looking much relieved too, wiping her legs with the scrunched up underwear. 

 

 

The tube ride back into town was in silence - all of us a little stunned, nobody knowing quite what to say.  The guys not making eye contact.  We've since agreed it's not going to be mentioned again.   Well, by the guys anyway.

Kat and I talk about it all the time...      Oh, and by the time we'd both walked back to our residences we were both bursting again.  But that's another story.

 

 

 

[Kupar 13,341]

Oh! That's a great story ... I can *feel* the desperation! Thank you!