I head back to the living room, and spot the movie still on the top of the TV. "I Know What You Did Last Summer." It was a lame old movie, but the picture of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Haley Michelle Geller on the back of the box appealed to me.
I put it back in the VCR and sat on the couch, squirming a little against the building pressure in my bladder. I was scared right off the bat when the volume was on WAY too high, blasting my eardrums and nearly making me let loose right there on the couch! I scrambled for the remote and brought the volume back to a reasonable level, and settled in for some scares.
It was pretty awful, but it was fun watching a young hot Haley Michelle Geller traipsing about.
About an hour in, I was really squirming. My legs rubbed back and forth against each other, trying desperately to hold back the building flood, which I only made worse by sipping a coke throughout the movie. My bladder was screaming for release, but at this point I was invested in the movie, and despite everything wanted to know how it was going to end. Geller was wearing a revealing dress, walking through a room full of mannequins covered in plastic sheets. The soundtrack was complete silence as she made her way past the un-moving bodies. I bit my lip in anticipation, as I bobbed slightly, fighting back the pee that was begging to come out.
Suddenly, one of the mannequins leaps forward, accompanied by a loud scream and a sudden shrieking of the horror movie violins. I squeaked in surprise, and leaped in my seat. To my horror, I felt a small stream of pee leak out from between my legs, soaking into my panties. I gasped and clutched at my crotch, hoping to stem the flow, but once it had started, it couldn't be stopped, not after holding it for so long.
I clenched and clenched, but spurt after spurt splashed in my panties, and I hobbled to the bathroom, holding my thighs together to keep from splattering on the floor. Opening the door, I made a mad dash to the tub, just as my bladder completely let loose, unleashing a flood in my panties, filling them and flowing over into my jeans. I watched in amazement as the dark spot in my jeans spread over my thighs, and down the inside of my legs, splashing down against my socks in the tub. I was peeing so hard, I could see it coming out the jeans a little bit, splashing the outside and streaming down my legs.
I moaned at the sensation of relief, idly bringing my hand between my legs to feel the rushing warm liquid splashing around my fingers. The touch felt so good... Still peeing, I started unbuttoning my jeans, and pulled them down a little to watch the stream, still pulsing in my panties, splashing around in my soaked pants.
I started touching myself then... feeling the pee splash around my fingers as I flicked them between my lips, rubbing over my clit, easily slipping around with the excess liquid. I had masturbated before, but never like this, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. I thought of Haley, then; her crooked smile, the way her hair falls on her face, her small, supple breasts and her tight, slender tummy, leading down, down... The stream slowed to a trickle, and I started rubbing faster and faster, feeling my legs grow weak as the pleasure mounted... feeling the orgasm rising in my belly, spreading all over my body, rocking my legs with wave upon wave of pleasure, until I finally sank to my knees, splashing down in the warm puddle I created. I moaned with the mingled sensations of pleasure and relief as my orgasm peaked, and finally subsided.
I stayed a while, kneeling in my puddle of warm pee, shakily trying to catch my breath as my pants continued to soak. I don't know why, but I decided to lay down, still fully clothed, and soak my shirt in the warm pee as well. I already was going to do the laundry... I might as well make it worthwhile.
I lay on my back for a while in the afterglow, the puddle of pee cooling around me on my back and arms, legs and butt and in my hair. I stared at the ceiling for a while, coming down from the intense pleasure I felt, before eventually standing up and turning on the shower, still fully clothed. As I pulled off my soaked jeans and shirt, I thought to myself, maybe this night wasn't a total waste after all.
