Caught Short On The Journey Home

It was late at night, everything was closing and Macie was on her way home from the theatre cinema. It had been a dreary, dull affair, entirely predictable and she had seen better acting from a dying dog (and that was just her date on his best behaviour). She was dressed up in a long, silken deep green, verging on turquoise dress, figure hugging her wide hips and ample buttocks. Short, flame flecked curls lashed out, framing her cheekbones dramatically.

Macie had been drinking tea all day long. She had also consumed the best part of a bottle of overpriced champagne and had to imbibe coffee during the interval to keep awake. The slog of work during the day was taking its toll on Macie's lagging brain. It was hard to know whether it was the unmemorable musical numbers or her hot date which was more soporific. Either way, Macie's slowly filling bladder had was becoming became an increasing distraction throughout the proceedings and the evenings conversations had been filtered into the background mileu, just like her hard working her liver and beautiful kidneys.

The date had offered to drive her home. He was taking the long route as the traffic was redirected to make room for walkers, bussers and trammers. Car drivers would soon become an endangered species at this rate, at least in this town city. Macie was doing everything in her power to not think about relieving her poor, aching, throbbing bladder right there in the moving vehicle.

"You ok there? You look a bit fidgety." her date bluntly blurted out. "I'm fine thanks, just need to move around after spending all that time in that those restrictive seatings". Macie was not in the habit of discussing toileting matters pertaining to the toilet throne on first dates. That was best left to the imagination..or second dates.

The road traffic was particularly busy for this time of night, considering there were no football matches or special celebrations going on (as far as she was aware). Macie's bladder was reaching full capacity and the pain of holding 2 litres, at bare minimum was creeping up on her. The knowledge that Macie was on the motorway, stuck in traffic and would not be in reach of a toilet, anytime soon, or hell, just a secluded area to relieve herself was dawning on her like awakening from a clammy dream nightmare and was leading to a barely surrepessed panic swirling around her internal organs stomach. The dreaded fidgeting reared its ugly head yet again. It was all Macie could do to keep herself from exploding in a Catherine wheel of pee piss urine.

15 minutes passed..The longest 15 minutes of Macie's life and the traffic had hardly budged. 15 minutes soon turned doubled to 30 and by now there was no chance of hiding it. The pain was almost excruciating. Without a second thought, Macie unlocked the car door and, swerving around the still vehicles made a beeline for the pavement and unable to run, just about managed to stumble to the closest cul de sac.

Macie could no longer hold on for no longer. The dam burst wide open, an explosion of Floods of hot liquid fluid, flooding loudly cascaded loudly, through her pink full back cotton knickers, spattering loudly onto the ground below. Macie did not try and stem the flow, she did not care anymore. The orgasmic relief made her full body shudder with pleasure. Macie had never experienced such a sensational orgasm. A naughty hand gently stroked her inner thigh. Amid the eternity of her urine waterfall release, she had forgotten all about her hot date. 'That..was..'. Macie felt her cheeks redden with a mixture of embarrassment and flushed eroticism erogenous blushing. The pause lasted a lifetime '..the..sexiest thing I've ever witnessed'. He whispered the word witness as if it was directly, slowly caressing her (by now) piping steaming hot, raging clitoris. Who knew? She could think of worse people to date than piss pee perve fetishists. Her date's hand, fingers long and tender, made its way, crept into Macie's pink, sodden underwear knickers and began to stimulate her labia and clit with aplomb...

'Oi! What the fuck!?' a shocked and bemused voice rang out from across the street road. macie and... were stood in a gargantuan puddle pool of her own making and whilst evidence of the naughtiness would not have been visible from that distance, there was no chance Macie and... were going to have this fact verified, so they both scarpered into the night..

From that day onwards, date after exciting date always involved Macie wetting her knickers somewhere different, new. The risk of getting caught by members of the public was always present for them both and an overwhelming turn-on each and every single time. Once home. the sex after was electric. Frequently Often Macie would have orgasmed during the urinary release, squeezing her juicy thighs together in the most sensuous clitoral rapture as the steaming piss hissed out of her pussy and panties. Each pair donated as a pervy gift. Her date professed that he could sometimes identify what she had recently ate and drank when inhaling them. Macie used to joke that if she ever went missing. it would be him and not police bloodhounds who would be able seek her out find her, with a pair of worn knickers to kick-start the scent trail.