A lot of my good sightings revolve around a drive that we make
frequently. In short, her ex lives about 30 minutes away and he
managed to have it so that we always drop off and pick up the
kids. We drive there twice a weekend, 2-3 weekends out of the
month, for the past 3+ years. The thing of particular interest is
that on the route we take there's nowhere for her to pee.

When I say there's nowhere for her to pee, that doesn't mean
there truly isn't anything; there just isn't anywhere that she
will go. I'll get more into this drive on a later post, but all
you need to know for now is that she won't pee anywhere on the
entire route we drive. She has been desperate so many times on
that road that I can barely keep up with them, but this is the
most recent one, and one of the best.

The kids were with their dad for Thanksgiving, and we were
picking them up the following Sunday. For those of you not in the
US, that is one of the most traveled days of the entire year. You
are guaranteed to run into traffic, and the later in the day it
is, the worse the traffic. Because of this, I wanted to get on
the road early.

We'd been doing some shopping that morning and Jenna had gotten a
coffee (the largest one at Starbucks). Once we got home we
cleaned up the house, then drank some water because we had been
sweating. We realized that it was close to time to leave, so we
both peed then Jenna downed the rest of her coffee, which was
still almost half full. We got distracted with a few things, and
it ended up being another 30 minutes before we finally left - I
grabbed a soda for each of us on the way out, plus filled up our
water bottles.

As we pulled out of the driveway, Jenna swigged some more water,
then opened her soda. Luckily, it looked like traffic wasn't too
bad yet. There weren't any stops, but we were still going slower
that normal. About 20 minutes into the drive, I asked what she
thought about going to downtown on the way back for some pokemon
with the kids. She immediately said "Yes, because I really need
to pee!"

I didn't say anything as I tried to make sure I heard her right.
Had she just said that she really needed to pee? It hadn't even
been an hour since she went last, and it could easily be an hour
and a half before we got home. I'm not sure how stopping in
downtown would help her pee as it wasn't any closer than home,
but I guess she just wasn't thinking straight.

I hadn't even been thinking about her needing to pee yet so I
wasn't paying attention, but I now noticed that she she was
sitting to the side with her knees tucked upwards to relieve some
pressure. About 5 minutes later, she started digging around in
the car. I asked her what she was doing; She said she was looking
for anything she could wipe with if she was to pee outside. She
didn't find anything, though, and grunted in dissatisfaction
before crossing her legs and leaning back in the seat.

She was silent for the next 5 minutes before she winced and
grabbed her side saying "Oh man it's starting to hurt my back
now...." I felt bad for her, so I reached over to put my hand on
her leg and told her I was sorry. I could feel her muscles
clenching periodically as she said "Its OK, its not your fault."
As we got closer to his house, she groaned again and said "What
the fuck!? Did I forget to pee?" She paused, then remembered "Oh
yeah, I downed my coffee. Damn, that was stupid! I sure wish I
could go pee in his house." This really caught my attention as
she has NEVER brought that up before. I was trying to think of
something to say when she mentioned that his bathroom was
probably worse than the nasty convenience stores she refused to
stop in.

Holy Shit! Not only was she to the point of pain, but she was
openly wondering about using her ex's bathroom and we weren't
even to the halfway point yet! I felt bad for her, but it was her
choice not to use the bathrooms or pee outside, so I couldn't
help but enjoy it some.

We finally arrived at his house, and thankfully there wasn't a
train blocking the path. I was focusing on hurrying up so I
didn't slow down at the train crossing as much as normal, causing
her to wince in pain and hold her bladder when we crossed the
tracks before his house. When we pulled up to his house and saw
that everyone was still inside, she sighed in exasperation at the
seconds this would add to the time it took to get back home.

She went up to the door and threw her hands up in the air,
clearly frustrated that they weren't out yet. She knocked on the
door and did a mild curtsey while waiting for him to get to the
door. I could see her hands balled into fists, but she returned
to normal while once they came out. She ended up talking to their
dad for almost 5 minutes, successfully hiding her desperation the
whole time. When she got in the car, though, she immediately
clamped her thighs together and said "Good god, I have to pee!"
It had been 30 minutes since she first said she was desperate,
and it only seemed to be escalating.

She immediately started asking the kids about their weekend with
their Dad. I went slower over the tracks on the way out, but she
stopped talked and winced at even the minor jolts. As we were
waiting to turn back onto the highway, I told her that I would
hurry as much as I could. I normally don't bother passing anyone
on this road because it's so busy, but at this point it seemed
like every minute counted. When I passed a string of 3 cars a
minute later she practically shouted "Oh thank god!" but I
rapidly got stuck behind an even longer string of cars and there
was no way I could get around them.

As if to add insult to injury, we had to stop at the only light
on the highway just as it turned red, causing her to groan again
and squeeze her legs together. While we were stopped, we looked
over to see a massive line of cars coming from the side road. She
checked and there was massive traffic on the interstate that ran
parallel to this road, so a lot of people were taking this route
as a bypass.

Because there were so many cars, it meant there was no chance of
passing. The traffic ended up going much slower than normal as
well, practically crawling out of town. Even once we got into the
open section, we were still going 20 MPH below the speed limit at
most. She knew she had no way of peeing anytime soon and had
resigned to holding no matter what an hour ago, so mentally she
wasn't as frantic as I would have expected. She was still having
to deal with the intense sensations emanating from her abdomen,
though, so she started looking things up on her phone to distract
her. It seemed to work, at least partly, but she was still
frantically drumming her fingers.

Close to 45 minutes after leaving his house, when it should have
taken 15, we finally made it to the turnoff from the highway. It
is for another highway and the interchange has a 270 degree loop
to get to the other road. Still trying to hurry, I took it
relatively fast and it did a number on poor Jenna. Both hands
shot to her bladder, lightly cradling it, as she gritted her
teeth in pain. Once we straightened out, she rubbed her distended
abdomen and panted from the effort for about 15 seconds before
regaining her composure. Her face lit up as she announced
"finally, we're getting close!" even though it was almost 15
minutes away. I guess considering how long she had been waiting,
that was pretty good.

A few minutes later we came up to a light, which again turned red
just before we got there. Jenna sat with her legs crossed
tightly, drumming a frantic beat on the arm rest with her
fingers. Suddenly, she beat both her hands on her thighs 6 or 8
times. I looked at her weirdly, so she told me "I have no idea
why I did that!" trying to pass it off as being random. After the
light turned green again and we got up to speed, though, she
admitted "That's a lie. I'm absolutely bursting to pee!" She
again winced and held her bladder as we turned onto the next
highway.

We continued on, turning a few more times with Jenna wincing each
time from the added pressure. Once we finally exited the highway
for the last time, I said "We're getting close! Only 5 or 6 more
minutes!" She moaned then said "Oh God I think my bladder is
going to explode! Hurry!" and rubbed her bladder again. Soon, she
moaned in pain again, one hand placed lightly over her bladder.

A few minutes further down the road, Jenna started getting even
more desperate with anticipation. Just as I thought we had made
it, the last light turned red! Thankfully I notice the Police
officer nearby instead of running the light (which would have
delayed us even more!) and slammed on my brakes while Jenna
yelped as the seatbelt dug into her bladder. We'd only been
stopped for about 2 seconds when she blurted out "OMG when is
this going to turn! I am literally dying here!" as she lightly
rubbed her tortured bladder.

The light turned about 10 seconds later, but the kids started
begging to check the park for pokemon. We had seen a Pikachu
there earlier, and they really wanted to find another one. I was
about to tell them no, that we had to get back home, before Jenna
popped up and said it was fine. I asked her if she was sure, and
she said she yes but I had to hurry. It was only about 30 seconds
out of the way, so I went ahead and pulled off. I stopped to
check if any where around, and saw that there were several but
they were all where we would have to get out and walk. When I
told them this, Jenna quickly snapped "Nope! I can't do that. If
I try to walk I'm definitely going to pee myself. Hurry."

We were on the final stretch, and I tried to lighten the mood by
joking about the porta-a-potty on the side of the road (since she
had done so the last time she was super-desperate). Normally that
would get a laugh, but this time she just moaned again and bent
forward. It was getting critical.

When we pulled into the driveway, I expected her to sprint to the
door, but she paused for a second with her eyes closed,
apparently regaining her composure, then gingerly stepped out of
the car. She no longer looked as if anything was wrong; she
picked up a few things to bring in then excitedly told the kids
that we had a surprise. She ran in, showing the kids the new
Christmas tree we had just gotten as well as the rest of the
decorations we had put up.

Now that she was done with the kids, though, her body had had
enough. With nothing left to distract it, her brain knew she was
close to relief and it was all she could do to keep from losing
control. She crossed her legs and bent over slightly, saying "Oh
God, I can't believe I made it" then hurried off. I'm not sure if
hurried is the right word, though. She was walking awkwardly,
with each step her leg was partially crossing over the other to
put some extra pressure on her peehole since she was using both
hands to get her clothes off. After a few steps she stopped, bent
forward and exclaimed "I can't even walk!" before resuming her
trek to the long-awaited toilet.

By the time she was at the bathroom, her belt was off and her
pants and panties were already around her knees. She yanked them
down completely as she collapsed on the toilet, letting out a
loud "Ouch!" as the act of sitting down jolted her bladder one
final time. She sighed loudly, but it took several seconds before
her stream started as her muscles slowly unclenched. Once she
started, though, it was an absolute gusher! As soon as she caught
her breath, about 10 seconds later, she told me "Wow, that hurt!"
as the contents her bladder continued spraying into the bowl. She
blasted away like this for 15-20 seconds before it turned into a
normal, strong, flow. Another 30 seconds later, it had dwindled,
but still kept going. She sighed, saying "I feel like Austin
Powers!" (I'm sure many people on this site are aware, but at the
beginning of Austin Powers, after he is unfrozen, he has a
ridiculously long pee). I laughed, expecting it to stop and start
as her bladder drained the last of its contents, but it kept
going! I had the stopwatch going on my phone, and it ended up
lasting for 65 seconds!

As her stream was dying off, I'd had enough and pulled out my
raging hard-on. She was still sitting on the toilet to get the
rest emptied out, and when she saw it she said "That's not fair!
The kids are outside and we can't have sex right now." I told her
that I was sorry, but I couldn't wait any longer. I did promise
her that I would be more than ready by the time we went to bed,
so she rolled her eyes and helped me finish (which only took
about 15-20 seconds at that point) before getting up and again
saying how much better she felt.

True to my promise, I was more than ready that night. Despite not
needing any help, she brought up her holding it earlier and I
immediately got rock hard. She felt it, too, and couldn't believe
it! I had told her how much it turned me on previously, and she
would indulge me sometimes, she became a true believer after
seeing my reaction! She grew up never mentioning her need so it's
a hard habit to break, but since then she has periodically given
me updates, plus bringing it up during sex!

As great as that hold was, I just wish I had a way of measuring
how much she held! Maybe one day.... It's hard to tell someone's
capacity just from the length of their pee, but hers are pretty
consistent (unless she's pushing to finish as quick as possible!)
so I'm pretty confident in saying that this was one of her top 3
or 4 pees.