It's been a while, hasn't it?
I've been very quiet on here for a few months - that's because I've moved cities and started a new job!
I've still been having a lot of wet fun though, don't worry about that.
I was at work the other day, and caught myself daydreaming. It went like this...
I was at home, hurriedly packing a rucksack for a night away. I was wearing little white cotton panties and a lacy white bra hidden underneath a black, full body, tight leather jump suit (you'll see why in a minute). On my feet - white frilly ankle socks tucked within tough leather ankle boots.
I raced around my house - finding my toothbrush, phone, money, a little white dress and my keys whilst gulping frantically at the second gigantic cup of tea that I'd made a little earlier (why do I only have vase like mugs?).
With my rucksack packed, hot tea inside me, and the door locked, I left the house.
It was a warm day, so I was already feeling the leather cling to my sticky, mostly naked body.
I walked over to my motorcycle, unlocked my helmet, and started her up. Rucksack on back, legs either side of a big squidgy seat, I set off!
I had one stop to make just outside of the city.
I knew that not going for a quick wee before leaving the house would make things difficult, and that reality was made clear with every little bump in the road. I could feel that little twitch in my bladder and every muscle between my legs tighten with every jolt.
I rode faster, and that distracted me a bit. I rode through the city, past lots of people - some that I recognised, but anonymous in my helmet. The thought fleetingly entered my mind that perhaps I could just pee myself as I rode and get away with it, but I decided not to. It was too risky.
I got to my first destination, the home of a guy I really liked. We were off on an overnight adventure. He knew I was coming, so was equally suited and booted and waiting for me at the gate. I wondered if he might notice my bladder protruding in such a tight jumpsuit, but I don't think he did. I carefully got off the bike, holding it all in masterfully, and gave him a big hug. His body pressed against mine in the embrace and it was an unwanted reminder that I really did need to pee soon.
I held my load it all in with all of my might as I flicked my leg over the bike and started her up. He jumped on the bike with both of our rucksacks, and we set off towards the country side.
His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, and although not directly on my bladder, the pressure squeezed everything inside of me. Every movement resonated in my super sensitive bladder. I felt like I was going to release all of me pee at any moment and without any notice, and this scared me - I didn't know how he might react.
We stopped at traffic lights on the very edge of the city. I could see fields up ahead, and I was trying to subtly jiggle around to help hold it all in. At every opportunity I had one hand pressed against my crotch. I felt like the signals would never switch to green.
Then it happened. Amber - and I let the clutch out to pull away... and stalled. The big jump of the bike and the almighty squeeze from my passenger popped my little bladder and every drop of my pee gushed out at once. Like a tap on full. I felt a swell of relief, a pang of pleasure and a wave of panic all at once. I was holding up traffic, and the waterfall of piss meant I couldn't focus on getting the bike started again. The traffic light switched back to red.
I was surrounded by cars honking. I had a pissy hot pool around my crotch in my leathers. They were so tight that only a trickle was running down and out of each leg. My pool of pee was a huge bulge in my jumpsuit. I didn't want to stand up and show it to the world, but my passenger had just stepped off the bike. He kicked out the stand and offered a hand to help me off. I couldn't do anything. I had to stand up.
I gingerly rose, and felt my bulge swill around inside my suit - it was submerging my panties. They were so wet that they we're drooping down into the pool. I saw the bulge catch his eye. He still had his helmet on, I had no idea what was happening underneath his visor.
I swung my leg around and a trail of piss splattered across the back of the bike and the floor. My face, luckily hidden inside my helmet, was so bright red and hot. The car behind stopped honking and watched in horror instead.
A few seconds passed, then, oddest thing happened. My passenger removed a motorcycle glove from his right hand and slowly reached out towards me. I could see he was going for my trapped puddle of pee. He leaned over and flattened his hand, and slowly and gently placed it on the bulge in my jumpsuit, stroking it lightly.
Then his big strong hand gripped as tight as possible around it and twisted really hard. It pulled all of my leathers painfully tight around my body and forced all of my piss to gush down both legs of my suit and splash violently on to the concrete road in a puddle. Some of it pooled in my boots and soaked my white socks. He twisted and twisted until it was all gone. Then he released me and stepped back to gaze as I stood in the middle of a road, in a puddle of my own golden yellow pee.
Without saying a word, he got on my bike and started it up and nodded his head as if to beckon me onto the back of it. I sheepishly glanced at the cars qued up behind us - most people agog, some repulsed, all quite silent. I squelched over to the bike too, every step with a wet squeak, and sat on the back of it - my skin sloshing around in soaking wet leathers.
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