You’re on my lap in a tight pair of jeans. We’re watching a movie and I refilled your cup the whole way through it. You were only squirming ever so slightly but I could feel your bladders little bulge each time I brought my hand under the button on your jeans. I don’t press yet, I just place it there. You’re shy and I completely take advantage of that.
“Huh? What’s that? You full?” - I say in the most gentle, sort of demeaning tone.
“Nn.. no it’s not that it’s just...” you slowly shift your legs over so that your crotch is on my thigh. “It’s just that I don’t want to get up”
“Oh, you sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom? I mean, I wouldn’t want you to miss the movie but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind...”
“Nnnn....nnn..” - you cut me off.
“What’s that? Huh?” - I press down on your bladder as I taunt you. You had grown so comfortable with my hand resting there that you had completely forgotten I had that access. It startled you so much so that you let out a little yelp and you tried to squeeze your thighs together but you forgot that mine was in wedged between. You were on the edge of pissing, your body thought it would get relief by clenching but with my thigh in the way sure enough a fast little leak escaped as you grabbed your pussy.
“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened? Youcan talk to me.” I act oblivious as I push down, this time harder, on your bladder
“Come on you know you can tell me what’s going on” - now, taking your hands and pulling them away from your crotch leaving only the pressure of my thigh to stop you from bursting.
“You’ve got it. Come on now, tell me”
At this point you’re grinding into my thigh harder and harder. Your moans escaping along with little leaks.
“Baby, why is my thigh wet? You need me to help you hold it in?”
You look mortified but at this point you have no other option if you want even a chance at holding the rest in
Letting go of that bit of humility you had been holding on to.
You get embarrassed easily.
Just the thought of asking to go pee makes you shy, imagine being so desperate that your only hope is a hand putting pressure in your pussy.
Your face gets more red by the second, I use this opportunity to rub it in.
“This must suck, huh? Your hands are restrained so you need someone else’s to keep yourself from wetting your pants.”
“If you would just let my arms go I wouldn’t need your hands”
Little do you know that the more you complain, the more it encourages me.
Now I want to make it impossible for your hands to move.
I wrap my arms under yours in a way that would keep you from being able to grab yourself. I bring one hand under your jeans to feel underwear leaked through. I only place one hand there, softly and it’s as though the gentleness of it made you more desperate- you start grinding into my hand as though begging me to hold you harder.
“Please let me hold myself”
“Why? Why would you need to hold yourself?”
I gotta go pee. I need to go pee so bad and I’m going to have an accident please let me hold myself”
“Oh? Was that it the whole time? “ - I say in that same demeaning oblivious tone-
“You could’ve just said something baby here you can hold yourself”
I uutangle my arms from yours and you quickly grab yourself without enough time to go under your jeans.
You nod aggressively with now deeply red cheeks.
I bring my hand back under your jeans and press hard, hoping to keep it in for a little longer
“You scared you’re gonna have an accident on me? It’s ok baby, I got you. You’re right here in my arms and I’m gonna help you keep it all In”.....
Your grinds get deeper and harder and you start to moan louder
“You can hold it. you’ve got it. I’m right here. “
“But I.. it’s.. it’s gonna… it’s gonna come out... I’m gonna”
“No you’re not. You’re not gonna have an accident just keep grinding”
“I can’t hold it I can’t hold it I can’t...”
I feel the squirts escaping between my fingers. Now coming out faster and closer together
“Hold me. Hold me tighter baby please I can’t make it I can’t hold it anymore please...”
My fingers pressed into your crotch I could feel how tightly you were squeezing trying to keep it in. Now you’re squirming all over the place. Moaning as it all escapes but you never give up. You hold on even as the your pee escapes through my fingers I feel you clenching tightly around them as you moan:
“I’m...I’m... I’m having an accident”
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