Posted by ruger on June 01, 2001 at 12:23
In Reply to: Re: Yeppers I'm interested! posted by debra on June 01, 2001 at 09:42
I'll recall 2 incidents involving my wife. My wife and I play many watersports games but rarely on airplanes as she is not into public displays. In both of these cases, we were not playing.
1) I was accompanying my wife back from a business trip of hers. We left right after her last meeting so she was wearing a silk grey skirt with jacket & silk white blouse. Can't remember what underwear she had on, but you can be assured that they were sexy. She wore smooth pantyhose and light grey high-heels. As usual, we had a beer or 2 at the bar before takeoff. She did use the restroom before we got on the plane. We boarded and sat there for ages. We finally pushed away and started to taxi. My wife leaned over to me and whispered, "I have to pee." I thought she was playing with me so I said, "Good". She probably was playing with me at that time, knowing she had plenty of time. However, what she couldn't know is that we were going to sit and sit and sit on the tarmac. It had to be a 1/2 hour when she leaned over and said, "Now, I really have to pee." I gave her that wicked smile, and she said, "I'm serious!". This is the signal that she is not just trying to excite me and that she is starting to feel real pain from the bladder pressure. We were still inching down the runway behind who knows how many planes. She got real quiet. After a few more minutes, she moaned in my ear, "Oh, I'm in so much pain, I have to pee SO bad!". I'm starting to worry here because I know, from playing holding games, that she will lose control of her bladder at inopportune times (in public, a couple of times). I really don't want her to suffer the embarrassment of her pissing in her business suit. I told her to squeeze my hand. She wanted no part of that. Finally, the pilot got on and said that we were next in line. She said to me, "Oh, thank God!". I said, "Hold, on." From that point until after take-off we didn't say anything but I could tell from her body actions that she was in serious trouble, concentrating on not pissing herself, legs tight together. I got no enjoyment from this at the time but, she doesn't mind me reliving it later in a more erotic way. Once we took off and started climbing, I can see her immediately looking around on how to get an early escape from her seat. She knows she still can't get up, she's pleading to me. 'Oh, please hurry, please hurry!" I say, "Almost there, almost there." I can feel her tense up and I get this sickening sense that she has started to piss in her seat. I tentatively ask, you "OK?", not really wanting to know the answer. She doesn't answer as she's frantically looking around for an escape. No-one else is brave enough to get up yet, still to early, climb relatively steep. Swinging her head back and forth, legs locked tight together, she finally starts to get up, "I can't wait any longer.", she says. I wonder what will happen if the steward makes her go back to her seat as she has to walk all the way to the back. I am sure that she will pee down her legs. This would be a disaster. To my amazement, the girl that had been sitting at the window, gets up to crawl past me. She says, "Thank, god!" She hurries toward the back of the plane. I hadn't taken much notice to her before, but she was a pretty blond that had a black ankle length skirt on with matching jacket, quite pretty. Now, I was getting very interested on how these two ladies made out. I tried to look back toward the toilets but I couldn't see them because several people took their cue to rise. My wife got back first and said, "Wheww, that was close." Then she leaned over to me and said, "I didn't quite make it, I started to pee my panties when I got into the bathroom." I know that this happens to her sometimes when she really has to go or she sneezes with a full bladder, so I ask, "How bad?". She replied, "Went through my panties, crotch of my pantyhose is wet." I ask, "Dress OK?" She says, "I think so." Oh! did I want to run my hand up her smooth pantyhose, under her grey skirt and rub that damp crotch of heres. I told her about the girl beside her rushing out right after her. She said she didn't see her. When the pretty lady with the long black skirt came and sat down, she said to my wife, "Thank you for being brave enough to get up." She really must have had to go. I leaned over to my wife and whispered, "I wonder how wet she is." I got smacked on the shoulder for that. The rest of the flight I just sat back knowing my wife had dribbled through her panties and imagining that the girl beside was just as wet.
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