My boyfriend and I went to a concert last week. It was great, but I had way too much to drink. I was dying for a pee for about the last 30 minutes of the show, but I didn't want to miss anything. I figured that I would just go after the show. But, my boyfriend didn't want to wait for me because there was a really long line. He told me to just get into the car and we would stop somewhere on the way home.

So, we got into the car, and I had to pee pretty badly. I wasn't to the point of pissing my pants yet though. Unfortunately, there was a lot of traffic getting out of the concert. The car wasn't moving. For the first few minutes we I was ok, but pretty soon all that beer I drank wanted out. I was dying for a pee.

I told my boyfriend to pull the car over so I could pee on the side of the road. He said "no" because he didn't want to lose his place in line. I would have to wait. I almost started crying because there was still a huge line of cars in front of us and we weren't moving very fast.

After a few more minutes I was so desperate. I pulled my foot up under me and sat on my heel. The pressure helped a ton, but I was starting to get a cramp in my stomach. I could feel the bulge of my bladder on the outside of my stomach. I undid the button on my tight jeans to relieve some pressure. But, it wasn't helping. I was dangerously close to pissing myself.

In desperation, I asked him to please pull over. He said no again.

Sitting on my heal wasn't working anymore. I put my hand between my legs and dug my fingers into my pussy. That didn't even help. I knew that I was within minutes of losing total control.

Our car started moving a bit more, but we were still in pretty slow traffic. I started to cry. "Please stop the car or I am going to pee all over myself". He told me no again. He didn't want to lose his place in line.

A few drops slipped out. I could feel that my panites were wet, but not my jeans. I told him that I was peeing myself, but he just told me that I was an adult, not a child, and I could wait. It would probably only be about 15 minutes until we were out of the traffic and he would stop then.

But, I knew that I didn't have 15 minutes - maybe 5. A few more drops slipped out, and I could feel wetness on my jeans. I knew that asking him again would do no good, so I just gave up and put my hands inside of my damp panties to cover my pee hole.

It felt so much better, that I knew I could hold on. I started to relax a bit. Finally the traffic let up, and we were driving normal. I just figured that my boyfriend would pull over, so I didn't ask again. But, he got onto the freeway instead.

I looked over at him and asked what the hell he was doing. He told me that I could wait. That sent despiration through me, and suddenly the pressure on my peehole wasn't good enough. Pee shot out around my finger for nearly 5 seconds. I could feel the wetness spread up my butt crack.

I started to cry and told him that I had just peed a little into my panties. If he didn't stop soon it was going to be an all out flood. He took my other hand (the one that wasn't pressing into my pussy) and put it onto his crotch. I could feel that his cock was massive and hard. He told me that it was his fantasy to watch me piss myself, and he wasn't going to pull over until I did.

He made me take my other hand off of my pussy. Amazingly, I didn't pee, but I was dying to. He made me take out his cock and asked for a blow job. Suddenly I was totally horny, and as I bent over to suck his dick, I lot control and peed all over his car. That is when he pulled over onto the side of the road. We got home and had the most amazing sex.