It has been two hours in traffic after chugging more than a liter of ice, cold water. The gridlock seemed to have no way of clearing up any time sooner and my bladder ached uncomfortably inside. I was cold and sweaty at the same time. The air conditioning was rather confusing. But one thing was really clear. I had to pee. Urgently. Like right now. The way my penis clenched and thrummed within my pants was overwhelming. All what I wanted to do to was stand in front of the urinal, unzip my pants, whip out my aching cock and piss long and hard. But that relief seemed to be light years away.
After one more hour, I managed to get to my apartment building and park my car. It was one hell of a task considering how badly I needed the bathroom. I felt like I would lose control and spurt into my briefs any minute. I could barely stand straight as I locked up my car and rushed to the elevator. I couldn't hold it in any longer and I was playing with the zipper of my pants already. I just wished that Alya was home and that she would open up the door really soon. I couldn't wait any longer. The urine had managed to fight through all my efforts and find its way to the tip of my penis which was now hard and filled with piss.
I rushed into the elevator and waited to reach my floor. Thank God I was alone. I shuffled uncomfortably on my feet, shifting from one leg to the other as I struggled to control my intense urge to pee.
Finally i reached my floor and zipped out of the elevator and straight to my apartment door. I rang the bell and danced on the spot while kneading my crotch. My cock had gone semi hard within my pants from all the holding and the 3 hour wait.
"Come on! Hurry!" I groaned and rang the bell desperately again. Finally, the door opened after what seemed like a decade and there stood Alya in a short, seductive skirt. "What took you so long?" I snapped angrily and shouldered past her to get to the bathroom as fast as I could but she pulled me back and pinned me to the wall.
"What are you doing?" I asked her suspiciously.
"I've just been waiting for you to get back," she said in a sexy voice and locked the door. "My hormones are really out of control today baby and I need you in me." I could feel her leg in between mine and her hand playing over my urine filled cock.
"Alya..." This was something I couldn't refuse but the situation called for an urgent evacuation of my bladder. "Alya... I need to pee."
"I know..." she moaned and gently massaged my crotch. Her touch intensified the need to pee and the need to be inside her. She was just dripping wet and I could see it. "I want you to hold it," she instructed calmly.
"But Alya... I've been wanting to go for more than three hours..."
"Oh... I'm sure that you can hold it longer for me, right baby?" This time she caught hold of my zipper and pulled it down with a loud, steely zip. I felt her long fingers brush over my semi-hardness and I hissed. I couldn't make out what I needed more. To piss. Or to go in her.
She went down on her knees, pulled out my thrumming penis and looked up at me with a shrewd smile. "Aw. Poor baby wants to go pee-pee?"
