Lisa had not been to the toilet since her morning visit before leaving for school. Her bladder was normally so strong as to be 'cast iron' and her family thought of her as 'the camel', because she would not go to the toilet for the entire day, prefering to avoid the horrible school toilets. Lisa hated them. She hated the way, as an infant in her first days at school, she was hearded into the toilets with everyone else, supposedly to go, but really only to fake it, walking through them and out the door again, looking for all the world like she had been, but safe in the knowledge that she had yet again successfully avoided the ignominity of being forced to pee by people who had no right. So had she developed her cast iron bladder, and to this day, she had never actually been to the toilet at the school.
Of course, there had been days when Lisa had regretted not going, having to sit in class with an aching bladder, barely able to concentrate on what was going on in class, so hard was she trying to avoid leaking, but on such occasions, she was absolutely determined she would not join that weak lot who had distinguished themselves by sitting in class, peeing their pants all over the floor, urine dripping off the seat and running down their legs. What an indignity! Lisa saw no reason for such behaviour - one just held it - no excuses. So she held onto her urine, kept her cast iron bladder solid and strong, and suffered, while her pants stayed dry.
But today was different. The weather had been particularly hot, and Lisa (and everyone else) had been drinking much more water than usual, both before school and during morning break. So Lisa hadn't even made it to lunch break before her cast iron bladder was showing signs of springing a leak or two. By the end of the morning's work, her bladder was screaming at her, and she knew she was not going to make it to the end of the day, at the rate her bladder was going. Lisa had a real problem. Going to the toilet at school was just out of the question. Yet, if she didn't pee soon, she would disgrace herself in class, and that would not do, either. What was she to do. In reality, making it to the end of the day wasn't even the problem. Her immediate problem was that she wasn't going to be able to make it through lunch!
Lisa had always been a very cool, calm, self-possessed girl, totally capable and logical. Logic told her that she would soon have to pee. Lisa had never known her bladder to have a limit, but she now thought that any such limit was irrelevant. She simply couldn't stand the pain. So she had to find a way to pee without actually going to the toilet. What she needed was a place where she could be alone to pee without being seen. Wandering around the playground, unable to stay still from the need to fidget, and the intolerable pressure in her bladder making it impossible to bend even enough to sit, Lisa happened on a quite place around the corner of a building. It was a place where the children usually didn't play, as it was too close to buildings and not good for anything but hide-and-seek. So Lisa was finally alone. Now was the time when she would do something about her badly aching bladder. She already knew how she was to accomplish it. She couldn't very well take off her pants, as anyone could come around the corner at any time, and to be caught like that was almost as bad as peeing her pants in class. On the other hand, if she didn't do something almost immediately, she would pee her pants anyway, which was what she had decided she would have to do.
So, readying herself for the task at hand, she peeked once more around the corner to check noone was coming, then backed up against the wall, legs spread, and back arched slightly, as she bent her legs in a half-crouch that seemed natural, under the circumstances. Almost as soon as she spread her legs and crouched, she felt the urine squeeze past her lips and into the crotch of her pants. With one last check that the skirt of her knee-length tunic was out of the way, she let her bladder go entirely and her pee gushed out.
Oh, the relief! Peeing was dirty, and yet, never had she felt something so good. Instantly, the moisture filled the crotch of her pants with urine, and the nice warm feeling down there complemented the indecent pleasure coming from inside her lower pelvis, and now the pee poured out of her crotch, splashing onto the ground and making a totally inappropriate sound as it splattered her shoes with little spots of moisture. Lisa never peed hard, prefering to just let it dribble out, which always seemed nicer, really. After all, peeing hard was too enjoyable, and you just didn't enjoy peeing, did you? But for the first time in her life, she couldn't help pushing out the pee, and as she bore down on her over-full bladder, she heard her pee hiss in her pants, and was momentarily concerned that someone might hear.
But there was noone around. She already knew that, so there was no point in worrying. Once Lisa had rid herself of that one last thought, she found she could not help enjoying the wonderful dirty feelings coming from low down in her body. Her pants felt wonderful, soaked as they were, and even her pee seemed to ache sweetly as it shot from her into her pants. Lisa didn't even care about the twin rivulets that had started down her thighs, despite her not-too-thorough preparations. Half-crouching there behind the building, she lost all thought for anything but the pleasure of the moment, and sighed softly to herself. Somehow, sighing seemed appropriate, so she did it again and her sighs seemed to make it feel better somehow, and so Lisa finished peeing her pants, sighing and moaning softly to herself, wondering how she could have missed such a wonderful feeling all her life, and yet, sure that she would not do anything as dirty as this again. Well, as sure as you can be as a girl . . . .
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