When I was in college, I was hired as an intern at the City offices in the town where I went to school. Because it was a small college town, the streets were crowded and parking was scarce. So, I tended to walk most places, unless the weather was bad.

Anyway, before I could begin my internship, I had to go for an orientation, which was basically to fill out some paperwork and take a drug test. The paperwork was no problem. The drug test was another story.

As you probably know, a drug test is conducted by peeing in a cup. The man conducting the study said that he had to go into the restroom with me to make sure that I didn't cheat. The problem was, that I was unable to go with him in the room. I just told him that I didn't have to pee, thinking that I could take the test another time. He told me, that now that I knew I'd be taking a test, he couldn't leave my sight until I gave him a sample.

So, he had me go back into the waiting room and he made me drink water until I had to pee. After 2 full 32-ounce cups of water, I still didn't have to pee. The entire time, he was telling me stories of other people with pee lock - including one lady that finally gave him a sample only to spill it over herself.

Finally, I felt that I had to pee, so I went in and produced a sample. I wasn't able to get much out, but it was enough. Yay! I was finally free to go home.

As usual, I had walked. So, I had about 15 blocks back to my apartment, which was about a 15-20 minute walk. Almost immediately I had to pee, but I figured that since it was only 20 minutes at the most I'd be ok.

But, the more I walked, the more I had to pee. After a few blocks I was starting to get desperate, but all that was around were houses and apartment buildings. There was no where to go, unless I wanted to knock on the door of a stranger and ask to use the bathroom.

By the time I was 5 blocks from home, I was so completely miserable that I was starting to sweat. Although I was wearing a pants-suit and heals, I decided to run. That was a terrible mistake. After only a few steps of running, I realized that I was squirting out pee with every step. I looked down and saw a small, yet visable wet spot around my crotch.

I slowed myself down to a fast walk. I was clenching my bladder muscles together so tightly that I had a cramp in my stomach.

With only 3 blocks to go, I almost lost it. I stopped right there on the sidewalk and bent over. I gave in and grabbed my crotch. I didn't care who saw me. It was either be seen holding myself like a 5 year old girl or wetting my pants. Either was embarassing.

I quickly walked the next block and a half holding my crotch. People were staring. Guys were yelling at me from their cars as they passed by. But I didn't care at that point. I was too desperate.

Finally my apartment was in view. I began sprinting, my hand still firmly in my crotch. I reached my apartment and ran up the stairs to my door. I had to let go of myself to dig in my bag for my keys. But, as I let go, my bladder did as well. I stood on my doorstep and peed my pants. My dryclean only pants.

I peed for nearly 30 seconds. Although I was standing in the doorway, it was such sweet relief that I didn't care. I completely soaked my pants, shoes, and welcome mat. After I was done, I went inside, stripped down, and got into the shower where I realized I was strangly horny. I masturbated with the showerhead, and had the best come of my life.

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by Anonymous on Jun 27, 2005 at 11:24 PM

Now why won't my girlfriend hold herself like that when she has to go really bad? It sounds like it must really keep you dry? Was your hand inside or outside your clothing? Were you able to relax and leave all the holding to your hand and still stay dry?

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