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A few months ago, I attended my friend’s wedding. The ceremony was wonderfully simple, and surprisingly quick. The reception, however, was anything but. Course after course, with speeches in between each one. So many toasts, I needed my glass refilled three times. I really hadn’t been expecting to be sitting this long. No matter how I fidgeted in my seat, I couldn’t find a comfortable position. Every few seconds, a sharp, insistent cramp radiated from deep inside; a frantic reminder that I had ignored my body’s signals for far too long during the endless rounds of toasts and boring speeches.
My bladder felt like heavy weight was pressing on it, stretching it to it’s absolute limit. When a pair of strong hands settled on my waist, I let out a small, involuntary whimper.
“Hiding, darling?” My date’s voice was low against my ear. He pulled me against him, and I could feel his warmth radiating off of him.
“Please don’t,” I gasped out, squeezing my thighs together desperately. The movement of his hands sent a fresh wave of pressure through me, making my muscles twitch with the desperate effort to hold back the tide. “I… I need to go, so … “
Wetting Myself At My Friend’s Wedding
A few months ago, I attended my friend’s wedding. The ceremony was wonderfully simple, and surprisingly quick. The reception, however, was anything but. Course after course, with speeches in between each one. So many toasts, I needed my glass refilled three times. I really hadn’t been expecting to be sitting this long. No matter how I fidgeted in my seat, I couldn’t find a comfortable position. Every few seconds, a sharp, insistent cramp radiated from deep inside; a frantic reminder that I had ignored my body’s signals for far too long during the endless rounds of toasts and boring speeches.
My bladder felt like heavy weight was pressing on it, stretching it to it’s absolute limit. When a pair of strong hands settled on my waist, I let out a small, involuntary whimper.
“Hiding, darling?” My date’s voice was low against my ear. He pulled me against him, and I could feel his warmth radiating off of him.
“Please don’t,” I gasped out, squeezing my thighs together desperately. The movement of his hands sent a fresh wave of pressure through me, making my muscles twitch with the desperate effort to hold back the tide. “I… I need to go, so bad. “
He didn’t let go. Instead, he slid his palms down, splaying them over my lower abdomen. The deliberate, firm pressure made my vision swim. I made a choking sound, and clawed at the tablecloth. “It hurts,” I whimpered, my face flushing with a mix of arousal and agony.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured against my ear. His thumb tracing the curve of her hip, pressing just a fraction deeper into the swollen curve of my belly. My back arched, and my breath came out in shallow, ragged gasps.
The sensation was overwhelmingly sharp; an almost stinging need to find a restroom warred with the illicit thrill of being handled while I was so vulnerable.
He leaned in, nipping at my earlobe while his hand remained, hot and demanding against my straining belly. “Tell me how much you need it,” he challenged.
“I’m… I’m going to.” I started to answer, when he flexed his fingers against my bladder. “I can’t hold it.” I gasped, my voice breaking under the new pressure. I was trembling with the effort to not void my bladder.
“Then don’t,” My date whispered, his hand shifting to press one final time. My resolve shattered; my physical limit breached, and a stinging relief flooded through me as I slumped forward on the table. I wouldn’t be able to leave the table with my dignity intact.
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