I was standing at the bus stop, pacing back and forth. I had to stay in motion because my bladder was so full. It was the first time I had done a hold outside of my apartment, and also the first time the bus had been late.
“Hey, need a ride?” My coworker pulled up, and I gratefully got into his car.
“The bus was late.” I explained.
With every bump in the road, my bladder screamed. I was too shy to tell him I had to go, and I didn’t want to make him pull over. I would just have to wait until I got home.
I rocked back and forth slightly, and sharp pangs of desperation hit me every time we went over a bump.
He turned to me. “Hey, I have to take a piss, is it ok if we find a gas station or something?”
“Yeah that’s fine. I have to go too.”
Then, we hit the traffic. It was completely blocked up. My heart sank, and suddenly my desperation got ten times worse. I shoved a hand between my legs. It felt like I was about to pee. No, not now. This couldn’t happen now.
“Shit.” He said. We weren’t even moving. We were in the middle lane and couldn’t pull over, and with all the traffic, it would be impossible to get to a gas station any time soon.
I saw him squirming, too. I was glad that I wasn’t the only one who had to go. He jiggled his legs. I bounced up and down on my seat. We were both aware of the other’s desperation.
“I have empty bottles, if you want. You’re obviously just as desperate as me.” He said.
I tightened all of my muscles, trying to hold in my urine. I reached into the backseat, and pulled out two empty water bottles.
“Please don’t judge me for this. I’ll do it if you do it.”
“Okay.” We were at a complete standstill in the traffic.
Still watching the road, he unzipped his pants with one hand and pulled out his dick. Immediately a stream of urine rushed out and he moved the bottle to catch it. I heard it splashing, and I started leaking a little. I felt a wet spot in my pants.
The pee quickly filled up the bottle and flowed into the floor. “Shit! Shit! Stop!” He yelled, unable to control the stream rushing out from between his legs. Suddenly, the traffic started moving, and he continued to pee onto the floor of the car, a puddle filling the front of his pants.
I started laughing, and, before I could grab the other bottle, I completely let go and started wetting rapidly. Piss pooled on my pants and ran down my legs. It was warm and filled up the seat and flowed onto the floor.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I whispered, still peeing everywhere. Both of us were soaked. I looked over at him and he laughed.
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