Chapter 18: The Rugby Club Dinner Part One- Tamzin in Heaven

By Paul Tester

  


Tamzin's relationship with her rugby playing boyfriend Duncan had not






developed as well as she had hoped, partly because he was obviously very




embarrassed to even admit he wanted to pee while Tamzin found the idea of




any man desperate to pee to be a great turn-on.  Frustrated by her failure




to ever get Duncan to talk about wanting to pee, she only continued seeing




him because she wanted him to take her to his rugby club's annual dinner.




Pauline had been the previous year, and Tamzin had been enthralled by her




description of men running frantically to the gents as soon as the dinner




ended.  She decided that she would make the dinner the grand finale of her




time with Duncan, and do her best to encourage him to drink too much,




taking his bladder to the absolute limit or beyond, if possible.  She knew




that his male pride would not bear any girls to drink more than him, so if




she and Pauline drank to excess, then Duncan, and probably Jeremy




(Pauline's boyfriend), would drink more.  Since neither had a bladder to




match the girls', Tamzin thought she was certain to see some really good




desperation.


   

The dinner was held in the best hotel in Packton, and they met in the




bar for drinks before-hand.  Tamzin made sure they were there early, and




was delighted to see that most of the men there were drinking heavily, as




were a good number of the women.  It didn't need much encouragement from




her to get all her group to drink three pints before the dinner, and in the




Ladies for a final pee before the sitting down for dinner, she was




wondering if she might not have over-done things, and set them all,




including herself, an impossible task.  "Well", thought Tamzin, "if I can




not last, then Duncan certainly will not be able to, and probably neither




will Jeremy, and as for Pauline, who has refused the last pee, she will




indeed be pushing herself to the absolute limit".


   

It was all very well for Pauline to say that if you had to wait then




somehow you would always manage to, but you didn't need Annette's logic to




work out that there had to be a limit to what any bladder could hold. 




After all, that was what she was hoping would happen to Duncan, and maybe




others, tonight, and they would be taking every precaution they could to




avoid it, so Pauline was being foolhardy not bothering with a last pee.


   

From the start Tamzin had been prepared to suffer any level of




desperation so long as she could see some decent men wanting to go as




badly. In any case, now they were sitting down she didn't have any




alternative but to wait.  It was unthinkable to be the first, probably




only, person to leave the table before the dinner was over.  Remembering




Duncan on the coach, blatantly holding his cock in desperation, (All Day




Girls Chapter 10) she felt a thrill of anticipation that something as good




or better was going to happen that night.


   

With the dinning room full to capacity service was slow and before she




had finished her main course Tamzin was feeling an uncomfortable need to




pee, very much aware that she was already holding a lot of pee and still a




long time to wait.  As the waitress topped up their wine glasses she




noticed Duncan shifting about on his chair, caused, she hoped, by bladder




discomfort and not a hard chair.  Neither Pauline nor Jeremy were showing




any signs of wanting to go, but it was early days, and Pauline was good at




hiding her needs even if they were really serious.


   

Waiting for the main course to be cleared and dessert served, Tamzin was




aware of how the beer she had drunk earlier was now taking effect and that




her bladder was filling quickly.  In less that five minutes she had gone




from uncomfortable to bursting, and was needing to cross her legs to try to




ease the strain on her bladder.  Both Duncan and Jeremy, she noted with




some pleasure, also had their legs crossed, and Duncan was definitely




moving about on his chair.  Knowing he had a smaller bladder that her,




Tamzin guessed that he must be reaching the desperate stage, and probably




beginning to worry about how much longer he was going to have to wait.  She




though she ought to do something to help him, he was still her boyfriend




after all, if not for much longer, so she gave him her full attention,




engaging him in the most entertaining conversation she could, continuing




this between mouthfuls when the dessert was served.  Because she was




talking to him all the time, she was watching when he finished eating and




sat back, pressing both hands into his lap, a gesture which might have




meant that he had eaten enough, but Tamzin saw, that from where he pressed




his hands, really showed that it was not only his stomach that was full. 




As if to confirm this to her, he crossed his legs even tighter and, as




Tamzin turned away while still watching him out of the corner of her eye,




his right hand strayed casually towards his cock and gave it a long and




hard squeeze.  Tamzin felt her pulse quicken with excitement.  Even in the




best (worst) case, it was going to be another ten or fifteen minutes before




they could leave the table, and if, as she hoped, there wasn't a break




before the speeches, it could be half an hour or more before he had a




chance to pee.  Assuming he was already desperate to be squeezing his cock,




she wondered if he was capable of holding out that long; but what




alternative did he have?


   

This, Tamzin though, was something she had always dreamed of seeing, and




now it was coming true, and her excitement was only tempered by her own




very considerable need to pee.  For once the remedy of `think about




something else' was easy.  She had Duncan on one side to watch, now giving




his cock another squeeze, and on her left Jeremy was starting to look




rather tense and uncomfortable, his legs crossed and sitting forward




gripping his knees under the table.  Tamzin knew there was only one reason




she ever sat like that, and there was every reason to assume that Jeremy




desperately wanted a pee.  She looked further along the table; Pauline




seemed OK, but seeing Tamzin looking at her she gave a grimace, and they




exchanged their secret signals, telling Tamzin that she was `desperate.'




Across the table one of the women who, before the dinner, Tamzin had heard




worrying about wanting to pee during the dinner was looking worried,




occasionally biting her lip, making Tamzin realise that there had to be a




lot of desperate people in the room.


   

If only she had not had so much to drink herself, she thought.  She




wanted to be able to concentrate fully on the desperation around her,




particularly the men, and not have the increasing diversion of her own




bursting bladder.  Already she was desperate and it was becoming more of a




struggle to hold her pee in, so she casually kicked off her shoes and




tucked on foot under her, squirming to get her heel pressing into her




crutch, relieving some of the pressure on her bladder.  Sitting like this,




she thought, she should be able to last out the rest of the dinner if not




in comfort, at least in control of her pee.  Facing her from the next table




was an absolutely gorgeous blonde haired man she had noticed earlier and




almost swooned over.  He had been laughing and joking as he drank his beer,




but now he had gone very quiet and was looking most worried.  "Please,




please, let him be as desperate as I want him to be", thought Tamzin




cruelly, wishing there was something she could do to get closer to him and




see how badly he wanted to pee, or even better to put some magic influence




on him and make him as desperate as she wanted him to be.  So bad he had to




hold his cock to keep his pee in would be good enough, she thought.  What




on earth would he, or anyone else, do if they reached the point when they




could not wait any longer.  She was still totally confident of her ability




to wait as long as she had to.  She had not considered the possibility of




what to do if, or when, she reached the point when she could not wait any




longer.  From the expressions of one or two around her, she was soon going




to see what happened when that crisis time arrived.  She looked down the




table to Pauline, who saw her looking and casually pretended to scratch her




ear.  That meant she was desperate, so desperate she felt her pee was about




to leak out of her ears.  In reply Tamzin raised her hand to her breasts,




indicating that she was bursting and felt full of pee to that level, then




glanced towards Duncan and lifted her hand to her throat.  That meant she




thought he was so full `his back teeth were awash' as the expression went.




By the time the dinner had been cleared and their glasses refilled for the




Royal toast, Tamzin was so absorbed by the obvious desperation of Duncan




and Jeremy that she hardly noticed her own need.  They both had their legs




crossed just about as tightly as it was possible to, and both had been




pressing one hand into their lap regularly.  Duncan was keeping his hand




there longer each time, and more or less openly squeezing his cock, which




was making Tamzin almost breathless with excitement, because she knew that




he would only do that if he had no other, more discrete, way of holding his




pee.  It was desperately tempting to stare at him all the time, so she




didn't miss one second of his anguish, but on her other side Jeremy was in




nearly as bad a state.  He wasn't squeezing his cock, but pushing down hard




on it with his fingers bunched, and it was only after he had done this




several times that she realised that he was actually trying to push his




cock down where he could crush it between his crossed thighs, almost, she




supposed, the equivalent of squeezing it.  Close up to two men, both more




desperate than she had ever seen, she was aroused in a way she had never




felt before; she could feel her pulse and breathing increase, and she hoped




nobody would notice how excited she was.


   

Standing to toast the Queen brought a surge of urgency to Tamzin's




bladder, reminding her how badly she wanted to pee, but she tried to put




this aside as she watched both the men shudder with the effort of holding




their pee, Duncan suffering a particularly frantic need and having to jam




his left hand in his trouser pocket and grip his cock.  He must have been




about to lose control, thought Tamzin, so would he be able to last out the




rest of the dinner?  Jeremy, slightly more in control of his bladder,




managed with only clenched fists and a stifled groan, but as soon as he sat




down he was pressing on his cock, wincing with the urgency of his need. 




Even Tamzin was fighting a desperate urge to pee as she sat down hard on




her heel, holding her chair to pull herself down harder on it, doing




everything to get her bladder under control so she could concentrate of




what was happening around her.  "What about the rest of the diners?" she




thought.


   

As the first speaker stood up, she dragged her gaze away from Duncan's




lap and looked round the tables.  The smart woman opposite had her eyes




half closed and a very pained expression on her face, while her friend was




biting her lip and looking very tense indeed.  They were in a bad way, and




obviously had not dehydrated themselves enough to cope with their drinking.




Even better for Tamzin, a man at the end of the table was looking very




distressed, almost gritting his teeth, the epitome of desperation.  She




knew him as David, and she had fancied him, with his cute looks and dark




hair, from the moment they had been introduced.  Now the gorgeous man was




desperate for a pee, the fantasy she had never dreamed would come true. 




She was in heaven, this was better than she had ever dreamed of, and still




more to come.  How long would the speeches go on for?  At least fifteen




minutes, maybe longer; that would be an age for anyone like Duncan, who was




already desperate.  A groan from him caught her attention, he had both




hands in his lap, one gripping his cock, the other trying to cover what he




was doing.  He must be frantic, she thought, is he going to be able to hold




out?  And what if he can't?  Will he go in his trousers, or make a run for




it?  They were not really options for him any more than they were for the




women opposite; somehow they had to hang on, prove the theory that you




could wait if you really had to.


   

Tamzin didn't make any attempt to pay attention to the speeches other




than to laugh when the others did and try to look mildly shocked when the




joke was too risqué, though she had heard worse at Elmdene.  Her attention




was entirely on the desperation around her, such an overload of delight




that she was having trouble keeping her composure.  After the first speech




Duncan had given up trying to cover what he was doing and was now gripping




his cock with both hands, the grim expression on his face showing how hard




he was struggling to hold his pee.  After he had groaned a couple of times,




Tamzin, acting the concerned, caring, girl-friend, asked him if he was OK.




Typically, and to her despair, he said he was just fine, though he had to




speak through clenched teeth.


   

"Oh Duncan," thought Tamzin, "if only you could tell me how badly you




want to pee, we could have such a wonderful relationship." What she would




give to hear him admit he was nearly pissing himself, and how she would




have liked to help him hold his cock.  If only he would talk to her about




it afterwards, she would `fuck his brains out' that night, she was getting




so aroused.  She turned away to look at her other desperate sights.  The




two women opposite looked as grim and pained as ever, their hands below




table level almost certainly holding their crutch.  Gorgeous dark haired




David was squiring about, and looked in a terrible state.  Not only was he




red faced and sweating, presumably with the effort of holding his pee, but




he was looking so tense and distressed that Tamzin half expected to see




steam (or pee) coming out of his ears.  If only she could see what his




hands were doing, she thought, though it was pretty obvious that he had to




be holding his cock.  Tamzin's excitement went up another level as she




watched him.  He really was in a bad way, even worse than Duncan if that




was possible.  Could his red face be caused by embarrassment because he was




actually starting to pee in his trousers?  She was almost ready to crawl




under the table to watch him and help him hold it.  If only she could see,




it was driving her crazy to be so close to something she had always dreamed




of seeing and to be missing it, she was so sure he had to be squeezing his




cock with all his strength, and still not able to keep his pee back.  Could




he actually be spurting pee into his trousers??  She would have to find




some excuse to talk to him when the dinner was over, and look for evidence




of leaks.


   

On the other side of her, Jeremy seemed to have got himself under




control with tightly knotted legs and the occasional squeeze of his cock.




Tamzin was trying to concentrate entirely on the three desperate men she




could see, and trying to ignore her own throbbing bladder she pressed




herself down harder on her heel.  That did ease her desperation a bit, but




it was a dangerous thing to do in her present state, as it was bringing her




close to an orgasm, which she would not be able to hide.  She forced




herself to sit still, took a sip of her drink to calm herself, and




concentrated on the men next to her.


   

Duncan was holding himself with both hands, gripping so hard she could




see his hands shaking, and while he was trying to sit up and act normally,




he was clenching his teeth and looked like a little boy on the verge of




tears.  Tamzin touched his arm and again asked if there was anything wrong,




willing him to share his problem with her, longing to comfort him, even




help him squeeze his cock, but he shrugged off her concern and looked away,




embarrassed by the state he was in.  Jeremy did not seem any worse, and was




at least partly under control, surviving with tightly crossed legs and only




occasionally having to press on his cock.


   

Beyond him, Pauline really did look in a bad way, her shoulder hunched




forward, her hands in her lap, or more likely between her legs.  Tamzin




caught her eye, looked questioningly at her, then put her hands on the




table.  Pauline shuddered and then shook her head slightly, which told




Tamzin that she did not dare take even one hand from pressing between her




legs, she was so close to the limit.  Disappointingly, David opposite was




not looking as frantic as he had been, and she wondered if this was because




he had wet himself.  She really could not believe that, but she was going




to give his trousers a very close inspection as soon as she could.


   

That chance came almost at once, as the last speech ended and a toast




was proposed.  As they stood up Tamzin scrambled to get her shoe back on




the foot she had been sitting on, clenching her bladder shut, fighting the




sudden urgent need, shuddering with the effort it was taking to hold on. 




Duncan, his bladder absolutely bursting, had to keep one hand in his




trouser pocket, fairly obviously holding his cock, as he stood for the




toast, something that Tamzin did not miss, the thrill of seeing just how




frantic he was taking her mind off her own bladder pain.  She thought




Jeremy was also holding himself, but she couldn't see clearly.  The only




disappointment was that David was neither holding himself nor had wet




trousers.  They were very crumpled, so he had probably been holding




himself, but must have found some more strength to get himself under




control.  She marvelled at the effort he had to be making to hold it




without showing any sign of strain.  It was the women who were now looking




the worst.  The pair opposite both looked in serious trouble, with pained,




tense expressions and one was biting her lower lip and holding tightly onto




the table with her left hand to steady herself because she was standing




with one leg pulled up and across the other.  There was only one reason why




she would stand like that, thought Tamzin, and the other had one hand




resting on her stomach (bladder), as one did when you were in agony from




having had to hold your pee too long.


   

As for Pauline, well, Tamzin had never seen anyone looking so desperate




and not holding her crutch.  Her shoulders were hunched, she was visibly




shivering, but not from cold, and her grim expression showed just how hard




she was fighting to control her bladder.  Her left hand, which she must




have been longing to press between her legs, was gripping her thigh, one of




those strange actions that Tamzin knew helped you hold your pee without




there being any reason why.  In fact she was unconsciously doing the same




thing to ease her own need to pee, though she was nowhere near as bad as




Pauline looked to be.


   

As soon as the end of the dinner was announced there was a mass exodus,




either to the bar and disco, or, more popularly, to the loos.  Duncan was




off like a shot, now with both hands in his trouser pockets, closely




followed by Jeremy, who was managing to hold his pee with only one hand. 




Tamzin showed she was still in control by not joining the rush, wanting to




see who was frantic and had to run or even hold themselves, noting with




surprise that in the moments that she had been concentrating on Duncan,




Pauline had got halfway to the door.  The entrances to both loos were off a




corridor to the back of the hotel, and as she passed the gents Tamzin




slowed down to look in the door, which was held open by the crush of men




trying to get in.  There was a queue inside, as she had hoped, and quite a




few men looked as if they were holding themselves, but more surprising was




Duncan standing at the wash basin instead of fighting to get to the front




of the queue.  What she would have given to have been in there, watching




the queue, and better, the men pissing like fire hoses, but she could not




even linger outside the door without drawing attention to herself.  The




Ladies was nearly as crowded, with a queue for each of the four cubicles.




Tamzin joined the queue which gave her the best view of the others,




crossing her legs hard, and preparing for a long wait.  She was really




desperate now she was off her foot, and her dress felt very tight across




her bladder, which must have swollen with the pee she was holding.  In the




next line was a really elegant blonde, straight out of Vogue, except she




was holding her crutch, pleading to be allowed to jump the queue, but




nobody was giving way.  Behind her was a petite woman about forty, legs




absolutely knotted, leaning forward, gripping her knees, looking ready to




start holding her crutch any second.  "If I have to wait much longer my




bladder is going to explode," she confided to Tamzin.  "Isn't it terrible,




everyone takes so long when you're desperate" Behind Tamzin, a tarty




looking slim blonde woman, wearing tight a black silk trouser-suit, one of




the group she thought of as `the Footballers' Wives' staggered into the




ladies and joined the queue close behind Tamzin, pressing against her as if




she was trying to get the queue to move quicker.  Groaning the woman




twisted round in a circle, keeping her feet fixed, so that her legs were




tightly crossed.  She pressed her hand between her thighs and talking




through clenched teeth, said to Tamzin, "Oh God!  I've never wanted to pee




so desperately in my life, I'm going to do it down my leg any second "




Pretending to take pity on her desperate plight, Tamzin offered to let her




go in front of her in the queue, but her main objective was to get in a




position where she could have a better view of the woman's frantic efforts




to hold her pee, while casually demonstrating that she could hold her pee




without any problems.  The blonde almost pushed Tamzin over in her




eagerness to get one place nearer the loo, then, to Tamzin's delight, bent




almost double, legs twisted together, both hands pressing into her crutch;




her level of desperation seeming to be even greater than Pauline's,




something that Tamzin would have thought impossible.


   

Despite the speed that she had left the table, Pauline hadn't managed to




beat the queue either, but she was at the front of her queue, leaning on




the door, holding herself with both hands, begging the woman inside to




hurry.  What disgraceful behaviour for an All Day Girl, particularly their




leader, though Tamzin, then, deciding to show off her capabilities, she




muttered "Bloody queues, I'll come back later!" and walked out, hoping to




see one last desperate man.  No luck, the door of the gents was shut, most




of the men were standing at the bar, (getting refills for their bladders,




thought Tamzin,) and the waitresses were clearing the tables.  As she




walked past where David had been sitting she heard one waitress complain




that someone had spilt their drink.  Pausing, she saw a big wet patch on




the carpet, and then her acute sense of smell picked up something other




than the pervading food and drink odours.  Piss!  It was unmistakable. 




David had had to piss on the floor under the table, that was why he had




looked in such a state and then seem to recover.  It was worth walking




about with a bursting bladder to have seen this.  She went to join Jeremy,




trying not to hop about too much while she talked to him, distracted




because she was still staring at David, imagining just how frantic he had




been.  Was it really possible for a man to pee while he was sitting down?




If only she had a boy-friend who would show her.


   

Duncan, returning with a round of liqueurs, blocked her view, and she




was silently cursing him when she saw he had a wet patch round the crutch




of his trousers.  It wasn't easy to see on black trousers, but the way the




fabric was creased made her certain he had wet himself a bit.  She realised




now he had been peeing in the wash basin in the gents because he would not




have been able to wait in the queue.  He must have been leaking either




during the last toast, or on the way to the gents.  If only she could look




forward to a night of sex with him, telling her about his desperation, how




he had fought to contain himself, showing her his different holding




techniques and how effective they were, saying when he had finally lost




control.  Then, deciding she had nothing to lose, since she was finishing




with him anyway, she moved next to Duncan and asked, "Has someone spilt




some drink on your trousers?" The way he started, and then blushed and




hastily replied, "It must have been in the crush at the bar," told Tamzin




that it was most definitely a pee stain, not spilt drink.  Going for broke,




she continued, "It's in a most frightfully embarrassing place, isn't it? 




Looks just as if the speeches went on a bit too long for your bladder."




This really hit a nerve, because Duncan choked on his drink, looked




anxiously round to see if anyone else could see his trousers, then




hurriedly suggested they went into the disco, where he presumably hoped it




would not notice so much in the dim light.  Even though her bladder was




about to burst, Tamzin prepared to suffer more agony for the chance of




adding to Duncan's misery.  He was dancing close to her, hoping to hide the




wet mark, and this gave Tamzin the chance to talk while they danced. 




"Don't look so worried, nobody can see the wet patch on this light," she




started re-assuringly, then, as Duncan denied that this was bothering him,




continued, "I mean, it's not as if you have actually pissed yourself, is




it? You must have wanted to go pretty badly at the end of the dinner, like




I did, but surely not so badly you went in your trousers, like a little




boy. Oh Duncan, surely not?" She knew this was going too far, but so what,




they were nearly finished anyway, she had nothing to lose.  "I find this




conversation absolutely disgusting, so will you please change the subject




to something more fitting for an educated young lady," he snapped




haughtily, "I assume it's too much drink that's making you behave like a




slut, so maybe you had better leave before you really disgrace yourself."




This was too much for Tamzin.  "Don't talk to me about drinking too much.




You're the one who pissed in his pants.  I saw you squirming about, holding




yourself, too much beer for both your bladder and your manners, it seems.




You're the one who should leave, before anyone else sees your wet patch."


   

With this she turned and walked away, leaving an embarrassed Duncan




stranded on the disco floor.  It was a great exit line, but more important,




she felt she simply could not hold her pee a second longer, it was taking




all her control and will-power to walk normally, and once out of the disco




she had to put one hand on her throbbing, bulging, bladder, which helped




just enough to get her to the ladies without wetting herself.  Thankful




there wasn't a queue any more, she could hardly get her knickers down and




sit on the loo before her pee came gushing out.  She timed herself, hoping




it would be a record, and it was, her longest pee ever, 2 minutes and 18




seconds, and with the pressure she started with, it had to be a record




volume as well.  This really had been a memorable evening, the best total




pee experience of her life.  As if the relief of finally emptying her




bladder was not enough, she had also finally dumped Duncan and was a free




agent for the rest of the evening.  There were some very attractive men




about, not least David, who she would love to talk to about spilt drinks at




dinner.  She had had just the right amount of drink to be able to say




exactly what she wanted without caring, but not so much that she appeared




drunk, so she was going to enjoy herself as much as she could.  In fact,




she thought, it might not be a bad idea to appear a bit drunk, because then




she would be able to say some outrageous things about men's bladders, talk




about peeing and being desperate, if the chance arose, and blame it on the




drink if it wasn't well received.  She had upset Pauline with her behaviour




as she spectacularly disposed of Duncan, but that could be smoothed out




later, and Pauline's parting challenge, "I dare you not to pee again until




you get to bed, wherever that is," could make her evening very interesting




indeed.  Surely, she thought, it must be possible for a girl to find a




presentable man who was interested in desperation, bursting bladders, or




pee in general.  There was no shortage of them on the Internet, but she




wanted to see and feel him for real, not exchange e-mails.


   

Back in the bar area, she bought herself a pint, deciding that she was




going to need something to give her courage if she was going to pick up and




fuck some strange man.  Not being allowed to pee until she got to bed she




was giving herself some incentive to get a man and get him into bed.  She




tried to adopt a forlorn `little girl lost' look, ignoring the fact that




lost little girls did not drink pints of bitter and hoped there might be at




least one un-attached man who was not totally repulsive, and preferably had




an interest in desperation.







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