Leia's Fun Day - The No Toilet Challenge

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Leia gets challenged - resulting in desperation, naughty peeing and wetting.   Written as a single story in short segments - enjoy reading as much or as little as you wish.

 

Hi all,  I thought I'd share my day of holding and weeing fun from earlier this week.

I've no idea what time my day started, it could even have been a dream. But I was vaguely aware of Alec, my partner, running his fingers into my slit and reaching downwards to circle gently around my clitoris.  I was vaguely aware of reaching across and tickling his balls gently with my nails whilst he wanked himself to a quick climax.

It could have been a dream as I say, it probably happened whilst I was mostly asleep.  Next thing I knew the morning light was peeking around the curtains.  The alarm clock reassured me I had time to doze, unlike Alec who'd already left an empty half of the bed beside me.  He'd obviously left early for his train into the city.  As I dozed, the dream or the sleepy fumbling had left me feeling horny and subconsciously my hand found its way beneath the covers and inside my pyjama shorts.  Is there anything more delicious than a slow, lingering build up to full on masturbation?  My mind wandered (along with my fingers) as I imagined someone, maybe Alec, maybe not running his touch all over, circling and spiralling inwards on my clit and the now very wet opening to my vagina just below.

There was only one thing stopped me from bringing myself to a screaming wild orgasm.  Two if you count the fact I'd have to get our son up for nursery.  But the main thing was that as lovely and horny as it all felt, it was really - and I mean REALLY - making me want a wee.  Washing a toddler's bedding was one thing, but not ours and that was pretty much a certainty if I carried on.

Instead I sat up and reached for my phone.  Alec had left a video message - him sat in his car on the railway station car park.  The daft sod hummed the 'Mission Impossible' theme - then had recorded my challenge.  We do them about once a month and this one was my turn.  Not for the first time it was pee related, which is absolutely fine with me.  I don't mind and anything to do with me peeing really turns hime on.  Last time was a hold 'til I burst, before now it's been golden showers.   This time was to go the whole day without weeing on the toilet. And since he wasn't there in person, to record or photograph some sort of evidence.  Seemed feasible, right at that moment I didn't care where as long as I got to empty my bladder.

In the bathroom I laughed out loud at the sight of black & yellow hazard tape sealing the toilet seat and a note to check my messages.  My 'alternative' arrangements were sort of taken out of my hands as a spurt of hot wee escaped and soaked my satin pyjama shorts.  I clenched my muscles just long enough to hop into the bathtub before relaxing and then pushing out a long, strong smelling yellow pee.  Better out than in for sure.   When my stream had finished, the last rivulets of my wee trickling down the backs of my thighs, I pulled the shorts up on my hips. The soaked satin clung to my mound and highlighted a camel toe.  I took a quick closeup photo of that first, then a point of view looking down my legs at the yellow puddle around my feet.  With the shorts carefully laid out on the toilet seat to show their dampness to best effect I showered and got on with my day.

 

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Dropping son at nursery and then my morning at work were pretty uneventful.  I'm a teaching assistant in an infant setting.  Of course I'd foregone my normal opportunity to use the staff toilets during morning break time.  But that wasn't too much of a problem, I mean I was feeling full maybe even a fraction desperate but not in a panicky way.   Seems I wasn't the only one as Emma, the class teacher announced "Now class, carry on with your work, Miss Smith will look after you whilst I check something in the stock room".   The last part of that sentence came with a knowing smile between us -  the 'stock room' is a bit of a euphemism, after all teachers don't usually announce they need a wee and if she did it would probably have the whole class wanting to go at every opportunity.

My mind wandered as Emma left the room - it was only 35 minutes to lunchtime and clearly she was too desperate to wait a moment longer.  As much as we're trusted adults, the head would be asking questions if she was seen leaving the class.  I pictured her rushing into a cubicle, not for the first time, frantically unbuttoning and wriggling out of her fitted black trousers and thong. Then the sudden gush of relief - we'd been in the bathroom together enough times to know she was a gusher.  My own full badder snapped my mind back.  I was going to have to wait, and nothing so simple as a quick bathroom visit either.

Eventually the clock slowly - slower than ever - ticked to 12pm, and Emma dismissed the class for lunch.   I wasted no time grabbing my car keys - I'd formed a bit of a plan, to nip out to the supermarket.  There was no time to waste, I was at that point where desperate hasn't quite got to frantic, but on a normal trip I'd be making a bee line straight for the toilets before I even thought of shopping.   Not today though.  I'd had an idea, and when I got there fortunately the car park was fairly empty.  Most people obviously parking as close to the doors as possible, except me who made sure I'd got plenty of space around me.

I grabbed an empty McDonalds drink cup out of my car's door pocket and took the lid off.  Then I moved my seat right back and scooted forward so I was perched just on the edge, pulling my pinstripe work skirt up as I did so and wriggling my lace panties down.  Reaching below my skirt I positioned the cup and was just about to release my wee when I suddenly remembered...    I grabbed my phone, set the camera to start recording video and positioned it in one hand whilst I held the cup with the other.   And relax - the feeling of wee leaving my peehole, warming my labia and then feeling the warmth of the cup was amazing.  I did worry if the cup was going to overflow, but not quite.  And soon all was well with the world again.

 

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This was supposed to be a 'no toilet' challenge and somehow it was very much turning into a desperation challenge.  My lunchtime wee had been taken care of.  Then the afternoon had progressed ok, my lunchtime brew slowly filtering towards my bladder.  Normally I'd have used the ladies before leaving work, but not today.

With Alec being away we'd arranged for my mum to have our son overnight and so I had a round trip to do from work, to nursery, to Mum's and then home.   And of course all whilst needing a wee.  I thought I had it all under control, I'd just do a quick drop off but of course Mum insisted on making a brew and telling me all about some neighbour or other.  All whilst standing in the kitchen to make things worse.   At one point she actually said "You can use the bathroom here, you know Karen Leia".  She's the only person that uses the formal name.  "Just like when you were young, always putting it off to the last minute or worse."   If only she knew I thought to myself, lying and making the excuse I was fine but had lots of work to do so I was a bit preoccupied at that.

So having made my excuses, me and my full bladder sloshed our way back home.  I didn't really have a plan at that point, other than to avoid the toilet.  When I got in and kicked my shoes off I suddenly had a flash of inspiration as I saw our son's emergency potty in the downstairs en suite.  A wicked smile flashed across my face as I unbuttoned and slipped out of my skirt.  I kept my lacy briefs on and knelt on the floor so I was sitting on the potty.  Warmth flushed through the fabric as I relaxed and in near silence filled the potty.  It was nearly big enough for my wee - nearly.  But not in a bad way,  the last fullness giving my privates a warm pee bath and then splashing over the rim to form a small puddle.  Then once I'd finished I slipped off the soaked pants and dropped them onto the bathroom floor, leaving them and the potty as Alec's evidence.  He could clean them up when he got in.

 

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Having got changed out of my formal work clothes, normally I'd just be in casual jeans or maybe leggings.  This evening was running club though, so I pulled on my running shorts - the black lycra figure hugging sort that seem to have become a fashion item as much as anything.  But functional in my case, they're stretchy and don't chafe when running especially as they're worn without underwear.  It sort of feels a bit naughty to pass people in the street and wonder if they have a clue.  But that's a different story.

After pottering around and a light tea I headed to the sports centre where we meet.  It's not too far, so it's a nice warm up run to get there.  Just at the moment the centre's being refurbished so we meet outside - another reason for arriving in running kit.  It's all very relaxed, people run different distances and paces so generally we have a quick chat and then a few of us will go for a drink after.   So as I arrived I spotted Kayleigh who I usually run with.   With her was a new girl who Kayleigh introduced her sister.   She looked nervous, and I assumed it was all the new people until she explained, a little sisterly trick of not telling her the building and hence the toilets would be locked.

I reassured her she wasn't the only one - I'd 'forgotten' to use the loo before I set off.   If she could wait a few minutes we'd stop for a wee once we got to the trees on our normal route.  And that's what we did, we didn't hang around chatting too long but set off: Kay, myself and her poor sister.  Once we got past the sports field and down the lane we crossed the stile onto the bridleway.  Kay's poor sister looked like she was about to wet her shorts so we ducked into some bushes for a much needed wee.  Without really thinking too much we found ourselves facing each other.  Just three ladies doing the most natural thing in the world.  Kay adopted a high squat position, knees almost straight and body bent forwards. A quick powerful gush splattering on the ground behind her.  In a few seconds she was done.

Mine was a steady flow.  Crouching with one foot slightly in front of the other, I made sure to get every drop out, after all I was on my mission impossible.  And Kay's sister - she took a while to get started, nerves probably. But then in her low squat with knees a little apart she sighed and just wee'd a steady splattering flow.  Not a trickle, and not a gush.  Just steady, and obviously a huge relief.

As each of us finished we stood and pulled shorts back up.  It amused me a little, all three of us peeing facing each other - three different girls, three different styles of trimmed hair.  Kay had a natural not-too bushy growth, her sister a tailored neat narrow landing strip, and me completely shaved and smooth.

None of us bothered with tissues, of course we didn't have any - and the shorts we were wearing were black anyway so didn't show any traces.  I only realised after I didn't get any photo or video, but then I could hardly do a pee selfie in front of the two girls could I.

 

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As I mentioned, we often go for a drink after the run.   This time around it was just the three of us.  They had their car so gave me a lift back to mine where we all got changed.  None of us bothered showering, and I just threw on a pair of dark blue jeans and T shirt.  Good job nobody wanted to shower or use the bathroom, it only occurred to me afterwards there was a full potty with soaking knickers in the en-suite and pee'd in pyjamas plus a taped down toilet seat in the main bathroom.  That would have taken one hell of an explanation.

Soon though we were in town and the drinks were flowing.  Turns out Kay's sister is a proper good 'un.  Very smart, cute and a definite naughty side too.  She was on lemonades, whilst Kay and myself drank cider.   After a couple of bottles I could feel the cider going to my head and of course somewhere a bit further south.

We'd had a really good time, lots of giggles.   At one point, Kay disappeared to the toilet for the second or third time and her sister leaned over. "I hope you don't mind me mentioning, but don’t you need a wee? This lemonade has gone right through me ." She blushed in a cute way as she spoke.

Somehow I found myself opening up to my new friend and telling her about the challenge. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe just easier to talk to a near stranger.  I didn't go into the full details of course, the potty may have been a step too far.  But yes I was avoiding the toilet and yes I was bursting for a wee. What really warmed my heart and to be honest turned me on a little was her confessing in reply "My partner loves doing things like that to me.  Even more so when I have an accident.  I'll have to suggest it".  Just as she said that Kay returned and the conversation took a different direction.   I'm hoping we can pick up on it soon again though.

I wasn't kidding about being bursting - I'd only had two pints of dark fruits cider and they'd pretty rapidly hit my bladder.  I was weighing up a couple of options...   Use the bathroom and fail my challenge, go outside and find some dark corner of the car park, but then I'd have to make a plausible excuse to the other two.  As it was though, it being midweek, the others weren't wanting to stay out late so as Kay and her sister had finished their drinks we headed home.

I sat in the back behind Kay.  For one I'd be the first to get dropped off.  And also it meant I could clamp two hands between my legs for a bit of extra help in holding.  It was a short enough journey of course so I was able to manage with just clenching and not too much jiggling.  Soon enough I was getting out of the car and into the cold night air.  Kay wound her window down to saying their goodnights, then of all the moments, to start talking about next week's event.  The chill made me shiver and as I did so, felt the first warming dribble of wee leak out and warm my thigh.  Then another trickle.

I had my legs crossed, and I could feel that it was my bum and the back of my thighs getting damp.  I hoped the front of my crotch wasn't showing any wetness - but my jeans were dark blue and it was pretty dark anyway in the street.  And to be honest the warmth felt too good.   I think Kay's sister had a good idea, she scolded her sister for keeping me from getting into the house and then with a wink she blew a kiss in my direction.  With that Kay finished her sentence and with a wave drove off into the night.

Finally I thought to myself, walking through my garden gate and up the pathway towards my front door.  As I did so I'd already relaxed my bladder, the trickles and dribbles giving way to a full on flood into the dark denim. As always the relief was amazing with the fabric being absolutely soaked to my ankles down both legs and in a big warm arc around my bum.  I've no idea how long I peed for, probably only 20 seconds or so, not counting the initial leakage. I was sort of lost in the moment and enjoying the sensation. By the time I'd finished I hadn't even realised I was standing on the doorstep, frozen to the spot and oblivious that Alec, who'd arrived home, had opened the door.

"So how was your Mission?   Not too impossible?" he asked with a smile.

"Not in the slightest" I replied, taking his hand and placing it firmly on my wet jeans.   I held it there for a moment whilst I pushed hard, squeezing out the last spurt from my near empty bladder.  Then I led him upstairs towards the shower.  Telling him all about my day and how I'd met his challenges could wait until later.