Expecting a delivery

[Sophie 24,410]

Ah deliveries, the torture of any bladder! I was expecting a delivery from Amazon yesterday and the tracking said it was from 4pm – 7pm. As the slot approached I needed to pee a little but it wasn’t urgent by any means so I decided to have a little fun with it and hold it. I have really started enjoying being desperate and I like how I can do it anytime, anywhere. I always joke about no matter how long you wait, they will arrive the moment you sit on the toilet, so it was a fun challenge.

As the hours passed my bladder became more and more full and I soon reached the point where I was jiggling my leg in my chair. I really needed to pee but as it reached closer to the end of the time window, the more I wanted to hold it. I was telling myself that it will be no later than 7pm, and that’s rapidly approaching. If I went to the toilet now, they would be at the door. Yes there was other people in the house who could have answered the door but where’s the fun in that? I kept looking at the clock as the minutes went by. 6 pm, 6:25 pm, 6:45 pm…. Where were they? I was doing my best to hide my desperation but by that point I was at the stage I could only describe as “bursting”, but still. Only 15 minutes to go, right?

7PM arrived and I still hadn’t had my parcel and I was debating just going to the toilet anyway before I left a wet stain on the sofa. 7:03 – “ding dong” It was the doorbell! I got up, wincing as the contents of my bladder shifted and dashed to the door. I was literally dancing on the spot as they passed me my parcel and then stopped me because he had forgotten to scan it or something. It was only a few seconds but it felt like minutes as I fought with everything I had not to wet myself right there. Eventually he turned to go back up the path and I closed the door with a “Thank you”, placing the box near the door before rushing upstairs to the bathroom. I quickly closed the door behind me and walked over to the toilet with my hands already in the waistband of my leggings and tugged them down to my knees with my thong as I lowered myself onto the porcelain throne. I had made it, I could relax. I leaned forward slightly with my hands near my knees as I awaited the imminent release… but it didn’t come.

I sat, and I sat, and I sat. Just a minute prior I was on the edge of wetting myself in front of the Amazon driver and now I couldn’t pee! After about 30 seconds I gasped as the dam burst without warning. I went from nothing to it jetting out of me in a heartbeat. There was a faint hissing accompanying the loud tinkle as I finally emptied my bladder, soon joined by an equally loud sigh of relief. I cannot put into words how amazing it felt. I have a mirror on the door opposite the toilet and I could see the relief on my face, it was clear as day. I went for quite a while, my stream slowing very quickly to a dribble and I took some toilet paper, wrapping it twice around the fingers of an open hand before sliding it off and reaching between my legs. I wiped from front to back and let it fall into the water below before sighing once more as I stood up, I pulled up my underwear and then my leggings before looking back to flush, the water still almost crystal clear! I washed my hands and left feeling so, so much better and probably a litre lighter! I took it easy for the rest of the night, sitting on the toilet as soon as I felt the need to pee. My bladder had been tortured enough for one day.

[Kupar 13,339]

Wow! That was a good one ❤️