Yesterday's challenge was a last minute one decided upon in the afternoon.
I held my pee all day, and by 4pm I was seriously desperate. I needed to go so much my back ached and I felt a little nautious.
My task became to go to my local bar, and drink a couple more pints of fluid - this time beer (yay!), and hold my pee until I got back home, when I would let it all go on my bathroom floor.
I had been wearing jeans all day - a darkish blue colour. I also had little white socks and black sneakers, a white and grey long sleeved top, and my hair in a 60s beehive.
I set out on my adventure - and made my way the short distance to my local bar. I hoped to sit somewhere quiet just in case i had to let a little go when there, but when I showed up, i was the only customer in the place - so out of sheer awkwardness I sat at the bar and chatted away with the bar man.
I say chatted... I needed to pee so badly and my bladder was so swollen I couldn't concentrate. His words floated over me and hell knows what came out of my mouth. I kept having to re-adjust how I was perched on the stool, and at one point I had to force my hand away from my crotch because I was holding it so hard out of sight under the bar.
The first pint was easy, the second pint was torture. Every sip and gulp made me feel like I might burst. I decided that I needed to get it down as fast as possible - so I did exactly that, made my excuses frantically to the bar man, grabbed my stuff and scurried out of the place.
I can practically see my home from the bar, but it felt like an impossible journey - just standing up from the barstool had let a drip of pee out, and each step I took I could feel myself get a little wetter.
Approaching my front door, I felt like it was coming whether I liked it or not. I fiddled with my keys and panicked that I was about to actually have an accident and piss myself locked out of my home on the street in front of passers by.
But I JUST got in! I ran to my bathroom in a whirlwind of frantic movements, leaking as I went, and stood in front of my full length mirror. Then the huge hot rush of relief came hard and fast. My dry jeans got gobbled up by huge dark patches of piss. They grew and grew all over my crotch, and especially around my bum and down the back of my legs. I peed so hard and fast that streams of it some how escaped the fabric and sprayed around. I created a huge puddle around my trainers after they filled and overflowed, and the puddle travelled all across the bathroom - reaching and soaking my bath mat. I didn't think the torrent would ever end, and I was so excited I felt like I might just cum at the end of it all without even the need to touch myself.
I took this little picture for you:
When I was empty, I just stood in it for a while, enjoying the feeling of the denim clinging to my legs and squelching around in my little white pop socks and trainers.
I took a towel, wiped my shoes a little, and went to my sitting room. I put the towel down on my sofa, sat down, and relaxed watching documentaries for a few hours. Every time I felt the urge, I peed there and then. Re-soaking my jeans every time they just started to dry a little. It was so much fun.
When it approached bed time, I finished the day in a very different way. I gunged myself, but that's a whole different story.
All you need to know is that my last pee of the day was in my jeans and golden stained knickers - whilst soaked head to toe, fully clothed underneath a hot shower. Bliss.
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