Guy and girl
Asya was sorting through clothes in her wardrobe and, as always, pondered the eternal question, "What to wear?" Today was an important day for her. She was going on a second date with her, as she hoped, boyfriend. After the first date, Max had left an indelible mark on Asya's soul, and she desperately wanted a serious relationship to develop between them. Therefore, she wanted to look magnificent. In the end, she settled on stylish, tight white jeans and a sleeveless purple top. Asya let down her long chestnut hair and slightly curled the ends. She applied subtle makeup, only accentuating her beautiful dark brown eyes well with mascara.
An hour later, she left the house. Max was already waiting by the entrance with a luxurious bouquet of white lilies. Asya admired the guy. Handsome, tall, with jet-black hair and gray eyes. And his figure was just right—slim but not overly muscular. He was dressed simply: a white shirt and gray jeans, but Asya looked at him as if spellbound and couldn't take her eyes off him.
Max gave her the bouquet and opened the passenger door of his car.
"Where are we going?" Asya asked curiously.
"It's a surprise," Max replied with a smile and started the engine.
Half an hour later, they arrived at one of the most beautiful restaurants in the city. Its unique feature was that in the summer, several secluded booths were set up on the veranda. The walls of these booths were entwined with plants, hiding the visitors from each other.
The next two hours were magical for Asya. She enjoyed talking with the guy, the beauty of the restaurant, and the wonderful atmosphere of the evening. Despite it being evening, it was quite hot, and neither of them was very hungry, so they only ordered light salads. But throughout the evening, they both drank a lot—Asya had champagne and delicious summer cocktails, Max only cocktails since he was driving.
About an hour later, from all the drinking, Asya felt she needed to use the restroom. But she didn't want to interrupt the conversation and decided to hold it. The urge grew rapidly, and it became increasingly difficult to endure. Max started telling a funny story, and from laughing, the need to go became overwhelming.
"Max, I'll step away for a minute," Asya said embarrassedly and, grabbing her clutch, quickly went inside the restaurant.
Max sighed with relief and, standing up, also went inside. He needed to relieve himself too, as he had wanted to go since leaving Asya's house, but upon arriving at the restaurant, he felt ashamed to go immediately, even though he really needed to. During the conversation, he drank a lot, making it harder to hold on, but he didn't want to admit to the girl he really liked that he needed to excuse himself. But everything worked out well, and Asya went to the restroom first, and now, standing at the urinal, Max experienced immense relief getting rid of what he had drunk.
Max returned to the table first, and a couple of minutes later, Asya came back. They sat in the restaurant for another half hour and drank two more cocktails each. Then Max suggested going to his place. Asya understood how the evening would end but wasn't against it at all. In her mind, she knew it wasn't very proper to agree to sex on a second date, but her infatuated heart didn't want to listen to reason.
Getting up from the chair, Asya felt she needed to use the restroom again.
"Max, how long is the drive to your place?" Asya asked.
"About 30 minutes," he replied, paying the waitress.
Okay, I can hold it, Asya decided and confidently walked with Max to the parking lot where his car was.
While Max was paying, he clearly felt he really needed to go. He glanced towards Asya, hoping she would go to the restroom. But she clearly wasn't planning to, so Max decided to hold it until they got home. Half an hour isn't that long, he decided. A thought flashed through his mind: "But not when you need to pee. You should know." Max pushed it away and got behind the wheel.
They were driving on the highway, and Max was listening to his bladder. The urge to pee was growing in him quite rapidly. For now, he could still hold it, but he knew it wouldn't be for long. He was most afraid that traffic might build up on the way, which would be a disaster for him. Max hadn't gone to the restroom at the restaurant because he was sure he could hold it for half an hour, but now all the liquid he had drunk was rapidly filling his bladder, plus the car's vibrations made the urge to pee very strong. He looked at Asya, and a rather interesting thought came to him: she hadn't been to the restroom for as long as he hadn't. So, most likely, she really needed to go too. This thought made Max feel aroused.
Asya sat silently, intently looking out the window. She really needed to go to the restroom. The urges were rapidly intensifying, and it was becoming harder for her to sit still. She cursed her tight jeans, whose belt was pressing hard on her bladder. She didn't know exactly where Max lived and looked at her watch hopefully, begging the hand to move faster, but only 10 minutes of the promised half hour had passed so far. Another urge twisted her bladder, and at that moment, they stopped at a traffic light. Asya looked with hatred at the people crossing the road. Crossing her legs and slightly adjusting her jeans' waistband made it a little easier to endure.
Max had driven with a full bladder more than once and knew perfectly well how incredibly hard it is to wait for a traffic light to change when you need to pee. He looked at Asya and saw she was extremely tense, her legs tightly pressed together, and her torso slightly leaning forward. Despite suffering from an overfull bladder himself, looking at Asya, his body was overcome with strong arousal. Max had a particular passion. He loved watching girls who really needed to pee but couldn't go for some reason. And if he weren't in a tight spot himself, he would be experiencing heavenly delight from the current situation.
Asya was already on the edge. She wanted to ask Max to stop, but there was nowhere to do it.
"About 15 more minutes."
When they had to stop again at the next traffic light, Max became seriously worried. He had now reached the point where he couldn't think about anything else. The only thought was about the restroom. He could no longer sit still and began fidgeting in his seat. He noticed that Asya also couldn't sit in one position for long, and her eyes clearly showed the desperation of someone barely holding it in.
At this time, Asya felt panic beginning to grip her. Goodness, how long can we stand at this traffic light? If we keep driving like this, I'll definitely wet myself, she thought with horror. She didn't want to admit her desperate situation to the guy. And she continued to squeeze her pelvic muscles with all her might, but her strength to endure was diminishing.
Max fidgeted in his seat but tried to do it discreetly. He tried to drive carefully to avoid too much shaking. He wanted to stop the car, take off his pants, and finally relax, but he knew perfectly well he would never do that because the girl he really liked was sitting next to him. He didn't want to look like a weakling who couldn't hold it until the restroom in her eyes. Glancing sideways, he noticed that Asya could no longer sit still and was nervously running her hand over her thigh. He understood perfectly well that she wanted to grab her crotch with that hand. At that moment, he wanted to do the same, but his conscience wouldn't allow it.
Asya understood she should ask him to stop. But she kept convincing herself that it wasn't far now and she could hold it. 25 minutes of the promised half hour had already passed.
Max had a wild desire to cross his legs or grab his penis. To do anything that would help him hold on a little longer. But crossing his legs was out of the question, and grabbing himself there would mean showing Asya he was in a desperate situation and couldn't hold it any longer.
The long-suffering little faucet might not hold. They both barely survived the elevator ride, thankfully it wasn't high, only the 6th floor.
Asya noticed that Max was very tense and shifting his weight while opening the front door. She began to suspect that Max also really needed to use the restroom, possibly as badly as she did. Max couldn't get the key in the lock on the first try. His hands were shaking. Finally, he managed to open the door, and they entered the apartment.
Asya could no longer hold back and blurted out in one breath:
"Max, where is your bathroom? I've been holding it for a long time and can't hold on any longer." Max wanted to run to the bathroom himself, but he decided to be a gentleman and let the lady go first, especially since it was clearly visible from the girl that she was desperate.
"That door," Max pointed to a door at the end of a rather long hallway. Asya headed in the indicated direction at her maximum speed, which allowed her to hold back and not wet herself right in the hallway.
"Just not too long, okay, Asya? Because I need to go too."
"I'll try," Asya replied and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Asya, entering the bathroom, immediately grabbed her crotch with both hands. The proximity of the toilet was driving her crazy. After enduring a wave, she tried to open her jeans with one hand while using the other to prevent involuntary urination. That day, she wanted to look magnificent, but it was precisely this desire that let her down.
Her jeans had a secret. They didn't fasten in the front as usual but on both sides. Asya used one hand to help herself hold it and with the other hand tugged the zipper down, but she couldn't get it open. Tears welled up in Asya's eyes. She couldn't take her hand away from her crotch to open the zipper with both hands. Another wave washed over her. Asya cried, feeling moisture appear on the hand clamping her crotch.
"Just a minute! Come on, just a little more. Damn zipper. I can't hold it anymooore," Asya groaned, frantically trying to open the zipper.
Meanwhile, Max was trying with all his might to suppress the desire to start peeing in his pants. He paced the hallway with small steps, breathing heavily, then suddenly stopped, began fiercely squeezing his penis with his hand, and squatting. Out of hopelessness, he wanted to howl. He cursed the combined bathroom and prayed that Asya would free the toilet as soon as possible. "Asya, please come out faster," Max shouted, not caring about pride.
Asya realized she couldn't open the zipper with one hand no matter what. The urges tormented her bladder incessantly, hinting that time was running out in seconds. Then she sat on the closed toilet lid and tried to press against it as tightly as possible. She hoped to gain at least a minute that way. But whether her body's reserves were exhausted or her body was in a physiological position for urination, as soon as Asya sat down and tried to open the zipper, she was hit by an urge that was impossible to withstand. A small spot on her jeans began to rapidly increase. Asya jumped up from the toilet as if scalded, lifted the lid, and sat back on the toilet. She tried to stop peeing, but her body refused to obey commands. Out of despair, Asya cried, but in the end, physiology took over. Asya relaxed, and a huge stream of urine flowed through her clothes with a gurgle into the toilet. After completely emptying her bladder, Asya stood up and assessed the damage. It was a catastrophe. Her jeans were soaked with urine up to her knees.
She was terribly ashamed; a deep blush covered her face, and tears rolled from her eyes. "I wet myself like a child. How can I face Max now?" she thought with horror. There was no way to hide the consequences, but Asya began, for some reason, to rub the obvious stain with paper towels.
"A man cannot wet his pants. A man can always hold it," Maxim repeated like a mantra. His bladder had a different opinion and sent wave after wave of urges. "Asya, come out faster, I can't hold it any longer," he cried out in despair. Max no longer cared what the girl would think, just to finally get into the coveted bathroom. It seemed to him that his bladder had swollen to the limit and couldn't hold another drop. His lower abdomen was hard and hurt badly. When a gurgling sound was heard from behind the bathroom door, Max's vision darkened. He crossed his legs, grabbed his penis, and began squatting.
"Asya, open up urgently, I'm going to wet myself right now," he groaned at the bathroom door.
When Asya heard his plea, she felt some satisfaction. She thought she had guessed correctly, and Max also needed the bathroom. But she decided Max could hold it for another minute and diligently began rubbing her wet pants with a paper towel.
Max tried to hold on with his last strength, but then his bladder groaned in a final, agonizing urge that was impossible to suppress. With his hand, Max felt a wet spot beginning to spread on his pants.
Asya, crying, tried to hide the traces of her shame. Tears rolled from her eyes, and her cheeks were crimson with shame. But quickly realizing it was hopeless, she decided to come out of the bathroom.
Asya came out of the bathroom, and what she saw shocked her. She saw Max standing in the middle of the hallway. He was holding his crotch with both hands, where a wet spot was rapidly growing. It had already reached his knees and was quickly continuing its path.
"Asya, what have you done?" Max rasped and realized there was no point in running to the bathroom anymore. A rapid stream poured from him, reaching the floor in a second. A huge puddle was growing under Max. At that moment, he felt immense relief and anger at Asya. It was so humiliating to stand in front of a girl he liked and pee in his pants, unable to stop.
But suddenly he noticed Asya's jeans, which were wet up to her knees.
"Did you wet yourself in the bathroom?" Max asked in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Max. With one hand, I was helping myself hold it, and with the other, I tried to open the zipper. I really needed to pee, and the jeans' zipper got stuck. When I let go of my hand to open the zipper, I couldn't hold it and wet myself," Asya replied timidly. "I'm so ashamed. I didn't think you would wet yourself," she continued, crying.
He approached the crying girl and hugged her.
"Asya, don't cry. Only the two of us know what happened, so calm down and go take a shower."
After giving Asya a towel and sending her to bathe, Max began wiping up the puddle. The shock of what happened began to fade, and as he started recalling everything, Max began to get aroused. He managed to change out of his wet clothes into home shorts. With each minute, Max felt his arousal growing, and he glanced at the bathroom door, wishing Asya would come out soon so he could seduce her. But the girl still didn't come out. Max threw down the rag and headed towards the bathroom. Knocking and getting no answer, Max pulled the handle, and the door opened easily. What he saw amazed him. Asya was standing under the streams of water and, moaning, masturbating. What he saw completely blew Max's mind. He pounced on her with kisses and could only whisper, "Asya, I want you madly." The girl only nodded in response. Further words were unnecessary. Everything was "spoken" by their bodies burning with fierce desire.
This incident marked the beginning of a happy relationship between Asya and Max. After some time, Max confessed to Asya that he really liked girls who needed to pee. At first, Asya found this strange and not very understandable fascination, but over time, she got into it and began to enjoy the topic no less than Max.