Maya Holds It

As they pull away from the valet, Maya becomes aware of her tanned legs. The seating position makes her beige skirt ride up a little. They look good. No need for stockings and she is glad she didn't wear them.

"That beet soup you had was so unusual looking," she comments.

"The borscht."

"It was such a bright red."

"So dark it almost looks black until you stir in the sour cream."

"I've never been to Romanoff's. It was wonderful but I'm regretting not being more adventurous with my menu choices They had so many interesting things. Who knows when I'll be back."

"First, I'll bring you back whenever you want. How about tomorrow? No not tomorrow, gotta go to San Diego to meet with a supplier, but we can go again soon. And second, you should've asked for a bite- I love sharing. Your potato soup looked great too. Those were mushrooms, right?"

"Yeah, and it was very good, but it wasn't a brave choice. Neither was the Stroganoff."

"Hey, going out with me a second time was pretty brave."

"I've always embarrassed easily, but I'm working on it. We've known each other for, what? three months and you always seem so confident."

"It's all an act, I'm telling you. Remember the movie, 'The Sound of Music?'"

"The classic with Julie, Julie, ohhh, what's her..."

"Andrews, yeah. I saw it when I was a teenager and one of the songs really resonated with me."

"Haven't seen it for years. Which song?"

"It was called, 'Whistle a Happy Tune.'"

"I think I remember; how does it go?"

"'Just whistle a happy tune, and every single time, the happiness of the tune convinces me that I'm- not afraid.' It goes on... 'The result of this deception is very strange to tell, for when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.'"

"So, you whistle?"

"All the time. Often it'll be that actual song."

"So why don't they teach this stuff in Elementary School."

"Right?"

At this point, Maya becomes aware that the urge to pee has grown from slight, when leaving the restaurant, to urgent- and they've still got about 15 minutes to go to get to her apartment.

She's quite concerned that she won't make it. If she does, there won't be time for a leisurely good night kiss at her door. Christ, she'll have to run in, and he'll be sure she didn't want to kiss him.

She can't invite him in, then run for the bathroom. She can't tell him her problem, he'll think she's, that she's crazy.

Maya crams the fingers of her right hand down between her upper thighs and squeezes her legs together with all her strength. Momentary relief sweeps over her, and she thinks, 'I can make it.'

All too soon, its back and she's already doing everything she knows to keep it in check.

Remembering his words, Maya begins to whistle softly.

"It's a great little tune too... or are you actually afraid of something right now?"

The urge is so strong that she's starting to sweat. She can feel her underarms and chest getting wet. In a strained, almost squeaky voice, she gets out, "I'm nervous about how I'm going to say goodnight to you. You're a wonderful guy Chet, but this is only our second date and I try so hard to be good."

"I really like you too, Maya, and I've been thinking about that since our first date. I'm voting for couple of nice kisses. Maybe we can get one of them out of the way right now at this red light."

She thinks 'You don't ask you don't get,' and she'd really like a kiss but right now her whole universe consists of the pain in her nearly exploding bladder.

He leans across toward her with his eyebrows raised waiting for a kiss. Maya turns her head and, with wide eyes, nearly shouts, "You need to pull over, NOW."

A look of shock sweeps across his face. Maya is shaking and whimpering. He looks around for a place to pull over. The light turns green, and he aggressively changes lanes as he crosses the intersection heading for the curb. A couple of cars honk in annoyance.

Maya starts crying, and swearing, "Jesus fucking Christ, I can't believe this is happening." She can feel her piss beginning to leak down her crack despite her best efforts.

Before the BMW has completed its stop, Maya has the door open and is swinging her legs out. Chet is panicking, "WHAT?" he bellows.

Maya's feet hit the pavement and she pulls up her skirt while squatting.

Chet is out and flying around the back of the car towards his date. When he gets there, Maya has pulled her panties to the side with an impressive stream of urine squirting out from between her light brown labia. She's crying uncontrollably.

A couple of men stop to look, "What are you looking at?" Chet shouts.

"Dude, is she okay?"

She was definitely not okay. "Maya, how can I help?"

She stops peeing and with wet fingers, refits the crotch of her wet panties. The liquid is draining down over the curb into the gutter. "Help me up," she sobs.

On her feet she wobbles a little on her 3-inch heels. It's obvious she's peed on her skirt, mostly on the back. "I've never been this embarrassed. I really, really thought I could make it home, but..."

"Why didn't you just..."

"I was embarrassed then too."

"But..."

"Look, I made a decision to wait, and it turned out to be a bad one. I wanted you to like me."

"So that's why you were whistling," he says as he reaches into his gym bag in the back seat to get a towel.

"I'm so sorry about your beautiful car. I literally couldn't wait another second," she sobs.

As he lays his towel on the seat, he soothingly says, "That must have been terrible for you. I'm so sorry, but don't worry about the car, Oscar is the best detailer this side of Poukeepsie. He'll have it sorted in no time."

"We gotta get you home and cleaned up asap, get in." Chet holds her hand as she sits on the towel.

As he gets in, he volunteers, "But I do like you." He leans over and kisses her salty, tear-stained cheek.

Maya is silent for about five minutes. Finally, in a small voice, she says, "I needed to wear diapers at night until I was six. A lot of nights I just couldn't, or didn't, get up and pee. I don't remember exactly but I do remember the teasing I got from my older sister and brother. I remember the red-hot embarrassment."

"Sounds like an emotional scar that, in some form, persists."

"It all came roaring back this evening. Part of me just HAD to hold it in- maybe to prove that I could. Look at that, I'm still shaking. from the exertion."

"Understanding is the first step toward healing."

"I can't believe you're being so cool about all this."

"Gotta admit, I was pretty freaked out when you jumped out of the car, but you were in such distress I immediately went into caretaker mode. Once i understood what was happening, I calmed down cause I could see you weren't bleeding to death."

"Of course. You saw everything. I'm sorry to have put you through that."

"Proves one thing- you're human... and I like that about you."

Maya starts whistling quietly and Chet lets her have some time. They are a couple of blocks from her house, when she turns and asks, "Do you want to come in?"

After a full five seconds of silence, he turns to her, "I'd like that very much."

Chet holds out his hand to help her out of the car, and she takes it gratefully. They continue holding hands all the way to her door. She fishes her keys out of her bag and hands them to him.

Unlocking the door, he asks, "Do you have a robe?"

"Several, why?"

"I think you should go to your room, take off your clothes, put on your favorite robe and meet me in the bathroom. I'll start you a warm bath."

Maya can't think of anything nicer, "Sounds wonderful, but I'll be whistling the whole time."

"Me too."

Maya looks at herself in the mirror and sees the giant wet area on the back of her beige skirt from her ass to the hem, unzips it, and pulls it down and off. Her soaked black panties follow. She's aware that she has a limited amount of nerve, so she'd better move along and not overthink it. She thinks, 'He's a really great guy, and we've been heading this direction since our first date. It's a very strange set of circumstances but, the whole scenario is sexy in an unusual way. C'mon Maya, let him take control. Let go.'

Wrapping her robe around her, she pulls the sash tight and steps into the bathroom. The tub is over half-full, and he'd found her bath salts so there's a layer of light blue bubbles over its surface. He's taken off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt revealing a tattoo of a gecko on his left forearm.

He looks up with a smile and says, "Almost ready."

"Looks wonderful, thank you for being such a great guy."

"Don't mean to affect your opinion of me but all this messing around with water has made me have to go pee too. Do you mind?"

"Uh, actually, no."

Chet raises the toilet seat, unzips his fly and casually fishes his cock out from inside his boxers. Aiming carefully, Chet releases a powerful stream of warm golden yellow liquid. He glances at Maya who is staring with her mouth open slightly. She looks up, "Guys are so lucky."

"I'm pretty lucky, at least right now." He finishes and squeezes the tip of his cock to get the last drops, then leans down for a square of toilet paper to wipe with.

Maya is disappointed when he puts his cock away, but the attention has definitely returned to her. Chet turns off the bath spigot, looks Maya in the eyes and gives her a kiss, then, "Time for your bath." He reaches for the sash of her robe and slowly unties it. Still holding her eyes, he takes it by the lapels, opens and slips it off her shoulders.

Maya observes, "I feel like I should be whistling but, strangely, I'm not nervous at all."

He takes her hand, "Let me help you." she looks toward the warm water, steps in and sits down. Her thick, dark brown bush sinks into the depths. Her beautiful B-cup breasts with hard, dark brown nipples are above water until she reclines.

"Thank you, this is so perfect. A girl could get used to it."

He takes out his phone and starts some soft jazz. "I think you should soak for a few minutes. Where do you keep the wine?"

Without opening her eyes, she replies, "There's an open bottle on the cutting board. Glasses are above the dishwasher."

As he leaves, her right-hand wanders over her left breast while the fingers of her left-hand start running through her pubic hair, dangerously close to her clitoris. She squeezes her fingers together and pulls the hairs- relishing the sensations, imagining Chet rubbing his fingers through the same area.

Maya's breathing rate increases, and she is almost surprised when he returns carrying two half glasses of red wine.

She sits up, aware of her nakedness but very comfortable, and takes the offered glass. "Here's to surviving the weirdest thing I ever experienced." They lift their glasses and drink. It's an inexpensive, Costco everyday red blend so he isn't expecting much, but being here with her in her steamy bathroom, he couldn't distinguish it from Chateauneuf du Pape.

They drink most of their wine before Chet says, "Time to get you cleaned up. Why don't you stand for me." It isn't a question. He takes her glass and sets them aside, then stands and offers his hand. She is trembling with anticipation, and thinks, 'Now or never.'

As she stands, he picks up the bottle of shower gel, squirts some onto his palm and rubs his hands together until he's created a lather. Sitting on the tub side, he starts at her waist, gently rubbing her hips and buttocks with the suds. His hands are electric, sending little shocks through her body. He squeezes more gel and rubs it into her pubic hair. He makes eye contact with those raised, questioning eyebrows until she spreads her legs enough to allow his hand intimate contact with her vulva and ass. He does a thorough job of cleaning the soft wet rubbery folds without overtly attempting to arouse her. He appears to be all business but her body isn't fooled.

Maya turns to face the wall and spreads her legs further, "I'm a very dirty girl. Please make sure I get extra clean."

As Chet continues rubbing her intimate parts, she leans against the wall and sticks her fanny out to meet him. Her clitoris is hard and her labia soft. Both gently protrude to meet his fingers. Maya's ass pucker pulsates. Her breathing becomes labored, and each breath is punctuated with a squeaking moan It isn't long before she says, "Yes, yes, yes, aaaaagh," as she crashes over the edge. Chet steadies her as she sinks back to her knees in the tub gasping and splashing him.

Chet pulls the plug on the tub allowing it to begin draining. He gets some more gel and encourages her to a sitting position. He cleans her thighs, calves and feet. His touch is divine. He rinses the soap off with the shower wand, using his hand in her labia and crack to make sure the soap is thoroughly gone. She spreads her legs wantonly to accommodate his efforts. Maya is shivering with anticipation. She wants to see his cock again, up close.

Chet helps her to her feet, grabs a towel and gestures for her to step out. Wrapping the towel around her, he hugs her tight from behind and kisses her neck. She is clean and warm and near swooning.

He whispers in her ear, "I think we should do this again sometime, but I have that 5:30 am flight tomorrow and the first time I spend the night, I want to stay the whole night and wake up with you."

Turning quickly, she blurts, "You're leaving?"

"Normally I wouldn't, but..."

"5:30 am comes early." She sighs.

"Yes, it does."