We woke up naturally, looking forward to our honeymoon! We went to the bathroom, showered, and got into our catsuits, this time mine is matte gray and Gina's is a black wetlook. (no need to attract attention at the airport with flashy colors!) Gina again helped me with the zip. I knew if we couldn't be discrete I might not pee again until we were on the other side of the world! I may have to work on my flexibility someday, but for now it just spices things up.
We put on our high heels, tied up our hair, got our luggage, and headed to the car. (We sent our wedding dresses safely home, not to worry.) After about an hour in the car, we got to the airport and checked our bags. With only our catsuits, heels, and small purses, we went through security with only a few odd glances at us. It wasn't too long, and we got to the gate a few minutes before boarding began, our high heels clinking on the floor the whole way. Neither of us was really feeling the need to use the restroom since it had not been that long since we were at the hotel.
We got on the plane, got comfortable in our seats as the spandex hugged our bodies. I had the window seat and Gina was on the aisle, happy we had a two person row to ourselves. We clicked the seat belts, and enjoyed the takeoff as we began our adventure together.
We enjoyed chatting and looking out the window, but after about 6 hours we were over the pacific and I was starting to feel a twinge of pressure in my bladder. I asked Gina, "how are you holding up?"
"I'm doing alright, you?"
"I think I may need your assistance before our destination." She just smiled, touching my hair. She leaned in, making sure our boobs touched, and kissed me. What a moment! That doesn't really help my bladder any. We still have 11 hours until we reach Sydney. "That was nice but doesn't help."
"Why don't you try to get some sleep? We just ate, there's plenty of time, and it's getting dark." Good idea. I got comfortable and dozed off.
When I woke up, Gina was sleeping. I looked out the window for a while and then rested my head on her shoulder. I had slept for seven hours and definitely felt like I could use some relief, but not quite desperate yet. After what felt like an hour she woke up.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes I did get seven hours. It looks like you got some good shut eye too?"
"Yes, after almost 8 hours, I feel great!"
"And you're still perfectly comfortable?" I couldn't believe she wasn't really feeling it yet.
"Yes, although I did relieve myself about 3 hours ago while you were snoozing." She giggled a little, and spoke more quietly. "I can help you but not just yet since it would be fairly soon." She was still smiling while I grimaced and rolled my eyes. I turned back to the window.
A couple hours later I was bouncing my legs a bit as it grew harder to manage. Of course I had continued drinking water to stay hydrated, and Gina was obviously enjoying this. I was enjoying it a bit too, also feeling aroused, but after a little while longer, I looked at her to ask yet again. Then we hit some turbulence. For the first time all flight, the plane was unsteady and the seat belt light flicked on. Oh no! The smile disappeared from Gina's face. "I'm sorry, I guess I waited too long."
"It's okay. I think I'll be fine, as long as I don't have to wait until we land." That is exactly what happened... Gina kissed me again and we held hands for the remainder of the flight. I steeled myself, holding on, leaning my head against her shoulder.
After a bumpy landing, the taxi to the gate was a tortuous 25 minutes of the plane driving along bouncing every so often. Gina was holding my hands and I was very turned on but also ready for this long flight to be over so I could relieve myself. My bladder was exerting a lot of pressure on the spandex covering my body.
As we reached the gate and people started standing up to leave, we were handed customs forms to fill out before exiting the plane. Gina rested her hand on my leg and while sensually pleasing, it was distracting. Will this never end? 20 more minutes later and the flight attendants collected the forms, which allowed people to exit the plane. We walked down the aisle (of the plane) and as I took each step in my heels I felt the liquid in my bladder swish back and forth with my hips.
I held on as we entered the airport hand in hand. We walked towards the bathroom but Gina took another step and held my arm with her other hand. "Where are you going?" I just looked at her quizzically. She rolled her eyes and regretfully nodded. I turned around and she half-unzipped my spandex-covered back. I took two steps, and paused to turn around. "I will wait here for you." She is crazy, but I need relief.
I went into a stall, pulled down the zipper the rest of the way, disrobed, and let the pee flow out of my body. Ahhhh... I just sat there feeling free after over 19 hours. After about a minute of much needed relaxation, I pulled the soft spandex back over my body and zipped up as much as I could reach. I flushed, washed my hands, and returned to Gina, who lovingly zipped me up all the way. I was trapped in my comfort until she allowed me another break. We kissed and headed off to claim our luggage and begin our adventure, holding hands again with the full knowledge that Gina was going to go on with about 8 hours of pee already filling her bladder.