Like many of the epic holds I've witnessed, this one started
without me even thinking about it. Our family had caught Pokemon
Fever, so I had planned an outing to go catch some. It's a
marvelous idea and has gotten countless people out walking
around. It is particularly helpful because me and my wife have
been trying to get active again, but it's difficult with small
children (ages 7-11) who fight you about going on long walks.


There's a few good parks in my hometown, but we wanted to try
something different for the weekend since it was finally out of
the high 90's. I planned out a few places to go in a large city
about an hour away. We left about 10:15, with my wife, Jenna,
peeing about 15 minutes prior. On the way out, we dropped off our
oldest with the grandparents since she wasn't feeling well, then
stopped at a gas station to grab some drinks. We already had a
water bottle each in the car, and I got 3 gatorates - one each
for me and Jenna, and another for the 2 kids to share. Jenna
grabbed a Dr. Pepper as well.


We finally made it to the highway by 11, and made it to the first
park about noon. Despite it being much cooler than even a week
earlier, it was still a little hot for the little ones in direct
sun - I think we made it for about 15 minutes before they'd had
enough. Back in the car, I made sure everyone was drinking fluids
to stay hydrated on our way to another nearby park. Same drill as
before, but we couldn't get our son to move at all. By this point
it was around 1 and everyone was hungry, so we headed to one of
the malls in town for the highlight of the trip - a store with
nothing but pokemon items. Since we'd all been sweating, I made
sure everyone finished up their drinks.


Arriving at the mall around 1:30, we went straight to the food
court and all got lunch. I took the kids to Chick-fil-a, and
Jenna went to Panda Express for us, coming back with the food and
a soda for us to share. When we all finished, our son (who
inherited his mother's bladder) needed to pee, so I took him to
the bathroom and our daughter followed as well. Coming out, my
daugher was walking out of the bathroom, but I didn't see Jenna.
I waited for my wife before I got a text that she was on the
other end of the food court. Surprised, I asked her if she needed
to pee. "No, not really" was her answer. Things just got
interesting


Up until this point, I hadn't even thought about her bladder. We
had all been sweating so her normal 1-2 hour pee schedule was
lengthened. Now, though, she had skipped what turned out to be
her last good opportunity to pee. I could tell she was thinking
about it before we walked off, but she hates crowds and avoids
them if possible. If she really needed to pee she would have
gone, but I think she was planning on finding another bathroom
elsewhere. It was around 2:30, about 4 1/2 hours since her last
pee. She had been drinking enough fluids to hydrate her from
being outdoors, and she was sipping our soda, so it was going to
start hitting her soon if it hadn't already.


We made our way downstairs to the Pokemon store and the kid's
eye's lit up! They were in heaven and were running around looking
at everything. We finally got them corralled up and focusing on
things, so I told them they could pick $25 worth of stuff each.
During all of this, Jenna was looking very antsy and finally said
"There's too many people here, I'll wait for you outside". It's
true it was busy, but not enough to where she would normally have
to leave. When she has to pee she gets very antsy, so her bladder
was obviously getting to her at this point.


I finally got the kids rounded up, but it was over 45 minutes
spent in the store. Now that we were done in the mall, it was
time to head back to the car and go to the last stop - a heavily
wooded park that the kids would actually be able to enjoy. As we
made our way back to the car, I could see Jenna scouting for a
bathroom, but there weren't any between us and the car. When we
finally loaded up, it was after 3:30.


Getting in the car, she immediately got into her "I need to pee"
position: she has her legs firmly together and sits slightly
sideways, which allows her to pull her knees up further to offer
a little relief. It's usually one of my first signs that she
needs to pee but not yet desperate. Thanks to the size of her
bladder, though, it doesn't take long to get from "needing to
pee" to "getting desperate". Normally it's less than 30 minutes,
less if she's hydrated, and it had already been over that.


I think my wife was expecting another short trip to the next park
where she would hop out of the car and go pee in the nearby
restroom, so she didn't say anything on the way out of the mall.
Little did she know it was at least 30 minutes away, and probably
more. My dick got hard just thinking about it.


After about 10 minutes, our daughter asked how long it was going
to be so I made a smart-ass remark about it being 15 hours. Not
long after, though, Jenna said that she could really use a
bathroom and asked how long it would actually be. I told her
20-30 minutes, and I swear I heard a groan from Jenna.


I never want to force her to hold it so I asked if she wanted me
to stop, but said she could make it to the park. As she said
this, she moved from just having her legs clamped together to
crossing them tightly. I was driving so I couldn't get a real
good look, but I could definitely see her squeezing her thighs
together a few times after she crossed them.


I had been hard since we got in the car from thinking about her
waiting; it had been getting uncomfortable but I was trying not
to bring attention to my predicament. After hearing and seeing
that, though, I didn't have a choice. I was fully erect and
straining against my boxers to the point it almost hurt. Not
caring if she saw anymore, I rearranged my pants. It took a lot
longer than normal to get it into a location that was decent, but
she was so preoccupied with her need to pee that she didn't
notice.


Unfortunately for her, my estimate ended up being optimistic
thanks to traffic. As we were about to exit the highway at 4:15
(I was keeping a close watch on the time at this point), I asked
Jenna if she wanted anything else to drink before we hit the
trail. She snapped back that not another drop of liquid was
entering her body before she peed. As we exited, Jenna said "I
need to find a bathroom fast, I hope it's close." Music to my
ears!


It took another 5+ minutes to get to the entrance to the park. It
was a long park, so we had to drive further before we finally saw
cars. The park was very busy, and it took a little while to make
it to the hiking trails. I could tell parking was packed, so
instead of circling around wasting time looking for a spot I
pulled in the first place I saw. She jumped out and started
looking around for anything resembling a bathroom, but saw
nothing. At that moment my son announced that he needed to pee.
He found a tree right next to the car, and walked up to it to
pee. He is a bit shy, though, so nothing happened. After a little
while of Jenna impatiently waiting, he asked her to stand next to
him cover him. Not longer after, his stream finally started. As
soon as she heard the first splash, Jenna crossed her legs and
bent over slightly for a few seconds, fighting a quick smasm as
her bladder reacted to being so close to someone else's bladder
that was able to release itself. As she regained her composure, I
could see a look of a envy mixed with hatred before she muttered
"I would do anything for that right now".


When he finished, we continued down the trail, Jenna power
walking to the first thing that looked man-made. It was obviously
a sign, so she went to the next structure, which looked like a
bathroom. I saw a group of college girls running up to it ahead
of Jenna, also clearly looking for a toilet. Meanwhile, I stopped
and looked at the sign, and didn't see a single marking for a
bathroom. It looked like this park was just serviced by
port-a-pottys, which my wife detests and will only use in a true
emergency. Given the circumstances she would have definitely used
one, but there weren't even any of those nearby.


Seeing that it was hopeless finding a bathroom I looked up to say
something to Jenna. Before I could open my mouth, the first girl
stopped, yelling "that's not even a fucking bathroom!" Hearing
this, Jenna stopped dead in her tracks. A second girl said "Its
just a pool. Now what do I do?" My already hard cock got even
harder at this point.


Jenna hurried back to join me at the sign, asking me where the
closest bathroom was but I honestly told her I didn't see
anything on the map. Just then, I heard one of the girls exclaim
"What are you doing!" as we heard water splashing. We both looked
over and the first girl had squatted down, peeing forcefully on
the pavement. Jenna gasped, crossing her legs again, keeping her
bladder from emptying in sympathy with the girl's nearby.


Thankfully both kids were engrossed in their game and missed the
spectacle, but that didn't help Jenna at all. I was getting
concerned for her, and asked her what she wanted to do. Her hand
were clenched tightly in a fist She sighed loudly, then said
"Well, I guess I'll just hold it. Let's go hiking guys." She gave
her muscles another long squeeze, then straightened up and
proceeded to head down towards a trail. We had to talk by the
girls, one of them bent over moaning and the other still emptying
her poor bladder. As we passed by, Jenna had to stop briefly to
maintain control before swiftly moving past.


After all of this, my dick was so hard it was actually painful.
I'm about 8" long with some girth, which is great in the bedroom
but horrible in situations like this. There was a VERY obvious
bulge in my pants, so I had to find a way to make it to where it
wasn't too obvious I had a raging hard-on in the middle of a
family park. I jammed my hand in my pocket, holding it so only my
hand was seen. It was still quite obvious, but at least not to
the point where a kid might notice.


The first trail we reached was paved and obviously heavily used.
She has no problem peeing outside, but won't do it if anyone
might see her so she kept walking. Since I had parked at the
first place I found, it was a decent walk to the end of the
parking lot where the rest of the trails apparently started. All
the while, Jenna kept trying to speed walk, but the kids were
dragging behind, forcing her to slow down. After a several minute
walk, we finally reached the trailheads at 4:30. Picking the
first trail, we walked down it for about 5 minutes, Jenna
scouting for a place to squat. She stopped, looking at a spot she
might be able to use but as she was reaching to pull her pants
down, a car drove past - this backed right up to a road! Without
saying anything, Jenna turned around, back-tracking to the
parking lot to find another path. It was 4:45 when we made it
back to the trailhead.


The path she found was away from roads, but also looked like a
commonly used path by mountain bikers. The problem is that hikers
take a while to get to you, giving you time to finish up, but you
have about 5 seconds notice with a biker. On top of that, all of
the trails had a very thick cedar forest on both sides, so it was
impossible for her to get far off the path.


As soon as we were on the path, she immediately asked me if I
thought it was safe for her to pee there. My response was "I
think? Maybe?" She looked at me and said "That didn't sound very
convincing...." I told her that it looked like a mountain bike
trail and that they could come up very fast. Seeing her reaction
of near panic, I told her that I would keep watch while she peed.
She didn't like that at all, shooting back "What, am I supposed
to just stop peeing? You know I can't do that - it hurts too
much" to which I shrugged my shoulders and told her that if she
didn't like that she'd just have to hold on.


She chose the "holding on" option so we continued on this trail.
Jenna desperately hoping for a side trail she could squat in, but
there was nothing. A few minutes later, she grabbed the top of
her pants and stopped to look at a possible spot, dancing
slightly in place before she decided it wouldn't work and moved
on. Finally, after 10 minutes of this, she stopped, telling me
she absolutely had to pee. I told her that was fine, as long as
she was OK with a mountain biker coming up. She huffed loudly
then continued on the trail.


Another few minutes and she yelled "Fuck it! I have to pee right
now". She ran to a tiny clearing that was only a few feet off the
trail and it happened to fast it caught me off guard. I wasn't
able to listen for anything, so as she was pulling down her
pants, dropping into a squat, I yelled at her "Hold On! I need to
make sure it's clear!". She bolted back up and practically
screamed "What do you mean?!?!". As she did this, she yanked her
pants back up and went into her "I have to pee" pose - slightly
bent over, with one knee raised up and crossed over putting as
much pressure on her pee-hole as possible. Incidentally, this is
the same pose she gets when she is super turned-on as it also
puts pressure on her clit and will give her a quick orgasm to
take the edge off. However, on this occasion, she was doing it to
an extreme that I had never seen before. It was incredible.


Still looking down the trail, I told her "I just need to make
sure there isn't anyone coming. I think its clear - " This was
all she needed, and before I could add that I needed to make
sure, she had her pants below her knees and was dropping into a
squat. Before she had started peeing, though, I heard the
unmistakable sound of a bike. Just as I heard her pee splattering
on the ground, I yelled at her "Stop! I hear someone!" She
shouted "What?!" but I again told her I heard someone.


Despite my claim of keeping watch, my eyes were now glued on her.
She yanked her pants back up, or at least attempted to. I was
amazed she didn't hold herself, but apparently she was too
worried about someone seeing her so cover took priority over
holding. One hand was on the side of her pants opposite the
trail, which had mostly cleared her hip. The other was in the
front of her pants, pulling it to cover her crotch, but this left
most of her ass wide open.


Time froze, the image before me permanently etched in my mind.
She had her pants partly pulled up, with her left buttcheek
totally exposed. Her left leg was bent upwards, further
showcasing her naked rear, her knee pulled all the way across her
stomach to maximize the pressure on her peehole. I was
speechless.
I heard her grunt loudly, obviously straining massively to clench
off the jet of urine erupting from her body. A couple seconds
later, after she caught her breath, she hissed back
"Ohmyfuckinggod I just peed in my pants!" Despite her previous
claim that she couldn't stop once she started, she had managed to
clamp off the flow. However, it had obviously taken a huge toll
on her. Her hands were clenched into a fist, her legs quivering
from the effort of holding back her bladder any longer. All told,
she she couldn't have gotten more than 2-3 seconds of relief, and
now it was infinitely worse for her because she had forced her
tortured muscles to cut off the relief she so desperately needed.


I was still awestruck as this was something out of my wildest
fantasies, nearly gaping open-mouthed. I was snapped out of it,
though, by her pleading through gritted teeth "Is it clear?!" My
answer of "I think so" didn't please her at all, however. I
looked both ways on the trail before I looked back at her,
finding her practically bouncing in that position. The devil in
me wanted to drag this on for as long as possible, but I had pity
and told her "Just pee already!" As she shook her head
emphatically, all I got out of her was "No! Someone is coming!"


Trying to do anything to get her to finally go, I yelled back
that I actually heard a car and that it was totally clear. After
another several more seconds of this, she finally gave in. Even
as she was yanking her pants down, she had already started
peeing. She had previously been turned some to the side, but when
she crouched the second time she was facing directly towards me.
Her pants were around her knees, which were splayed as widely as
possible, her feet far apart from each other to avoid any
collateral damage. I had a clear view of her gorgeous pussy,
perfectly framed by her legs, unable to remove my gaze from the
torrent of pee spraying out from between her legs. Over the next
5 seconds, it increased in intensity. It may have been my
imagination, but I swear I could see her lifting up from the
force.


20 seconds in, the stream lessened to a normal flow as the
gasped, yelled "OH MY GOD why won't you finish!?!?" then went
back to gushing for another 15+ seconds. All told, it was close
to 40 seconds of a VERY powerful stream. It wasn't the longest
pee I had seen from her, but it was definitely the most powerful.
I was in awe.


The second she stopped, she yanked her pants back up, taking
several seconds to get them rearranged, and headed straight back
towards the car. The kids were ready to get back as well, and we
managed to speed them up with a bribe of ice cream when we got
home. I was still in shock, and wasn't sure what to say on the
way back.


What is even more amazing than just encounter was what it led
too. Once we were up to speed on the highway, and the kids had
crashed out from the walking, I brought up the topic of her
desperation. She is very aware of my liking it when she has to
pee, and periodically indulges me, but I don't think she ever
understood the true extent of it. This was a perfect way to start
the discussion. Normally I'm shy about this, even with someone I
will tell anything too, but I couldn't let this pass.


I mentioned that I was sorry she couldn't find a place to pee,
but that it was a massive turn-on for me. She immediately looked
down at my pants, seeing the bulge in my pants, and said "I can
see that!" I looked at her (well, glanced because I was driving)
and told her "You have no idea. That was possibly the most turned
on I have ever been. When we realized there wasn't a place for
you to pee and you kept going, by cock might as well have been a
steel rod. It was so hard it hurt. It was so incredibly hot." She
looked me and told me she sorry I had to go through that and
reached over to stroke it, the she let out a little "Oh!" when
she felt how hard it stil was. I just told her "See, I told you
it turned me on! Its been 15 minutes since you peed, so you can
only imagine what it was like."


She paused, thinking, before she leaned over and whispered "Well,
we'll have to make sure he feels better later" as she stroked my
still swollen member. I told her "I hope so, because it's getting
pretty bad! You know when I tease you and don't let you cum for
over an hour? You know how your clit feels? Image waiting all
day." She got a concerned look and cooed "Oh, that IS bad! If the
kids are still going to their grandparents tonight, then I will
definitely make it up to you."