A WS STORY John and Kathy were heading home after spending much of the day at a mall about 30 miles from home. There they shared a giant lemonade which they purchased at the food court. After leaving the mall they had stopped at a road stand for some pizza. It was a warm day and John ordered a mug of beer for Kathy, he knew she liked beer with pizza, and a frosty root beer for himself -since he was driving. "I can't believe all this traffic today out here in the country." said John, He slowed his truck saying "I'm turning off down this dirt road. I'm going to wet my pants If I don't piss soon." Neither one had been to the rest-room since they had left home that morning. "Well you could always tie a rubber band around it." grinned Kathy." Besides I've never seen a guy wet his pants before." "That's not funny" said John. "just wait til you have to go." "Sorry" said Kathy who was beginning to feel the need herself. "Anyway since I drank most of that lemonade I should be the one who has to go, not you." "That's true" said John. "How do you do it?" "Combination of things I suppose." replied Kathy. "I've always been able to hold it and over the years I just improved my skills. Anyway it's compensation." "Compensation for what?" asked John. "For being a girl!" replied Kathy who was feeling the beer she had drank. "What do you mean? he asked, quite intrigued by the turn in conversation. "Well.." replied Kathy now feeling good from the beer. "Since a girl doesn't have anything to pee with she shouldn't have to pee - right?" "I can't argue with that logic" he answered. She continued "At least not very often anyway. I think it's unfair that a girl is forced to undress, squat, and expose her body while a guy merely needs to open his fly. How would you feel having to pull down your pants, sometimes sit on dirty toilet seats, and clean yourself when done. It's almost like taking a shit 4 or 5 times a day." "You're right. I never thought of it that way before. You must really hate to pee" he said. "No, actually I like to pee" she answered. "But I want to do it on my own terms - the right place and the right time, like when I'm in the mood." "You mean you have to get into the mood to pee?" asked John who was really excited now. "Well... sometimes it's fun." grinned Kathy. "Well, sometimes I like to pee and play too." replied John "but right now I've got to pee so badly I can taste it." The dirt road led into a secluded swampy area overgrown with weeds and thorn bushes Kathy noticed he was playing with his penis - probably trying to keep from having an accident in the truck she thought. She often did similar things - pressing her hand into her crotch, tightly squeezing her pussy lips, using her fingers to press and squeeze the pee hole so that nothing can come out. Accident prevention she called it John jumped from the truck and whipped his prick out. "I never thought it could feel so good. A good piss is better than sex." he said pointing his water hose into the air. "I hope you remember that later" grinned Kathy who never cared for sex that much. "Care to join me?" he said. "No thanks." she said. "I'll wait until I get home." "OK.. but I don't think we'll find another place." Kathy felt the pressure in her own bladder. After all she had drank most of the lemonade plus the beer at the pizza stand. And she hadn't peed since early this morning. She was proud of her abilities but she could hold only so much - even with her super size tank as she liked to think of it. Kathy watched John pissing. She wasn't sure that she really could wait that long. But she certainly wasn't going squat in all those thorn bushes covering the ground. Besides what if someone came down the road and caught her with her pants down. That always was her biggest fear. "Why couldn't I've been born a guy" she thought "Never a hassle. Just whip it out, do your thing and put it away. Quick and easy. And guys don't have the misery of periods - the accidents and embarrassment when they come unexpectedly, hassle with tampons and pads. And then there's the worry over pregnancy. What happens if the condom breaks. Peeing, periods, and pregnancy. The three P's - for women only." Kathy's thoughts and resentment over being a female were broken by the car coming down the road. She was glad she hadn't peed for she certainly would have been seen. John stopped peeing and quickly zipped up his fly. "I was almost done anyway. Guess being a guy does have it's ad- vantages." he grinned as he drove the truck back to the main road. "That's not funny. Don't get me started again." replied Kathy "It's not my fault I'm missing plumbing." "Penis envy." said John. "Call it anything you like." replied Kathy "How much longer?" she asked in a tense voice about 10 minutes after they were back on the road. "About another 30 minutes; Who knows with this slow traffic." "Don't tell me you now have to pee" John said. "I told you there probably won't be another place to stop." Kathy silently debated with herself before responding. She wished she had peed back there in the thorn bushes. Why was she always so optimistic. Hadn't she learned from her other accidents. Her bladder was rapidly reaching its limit that last bump they had hit had caused the loss of a couple drops of pee into her pants. "Oh, no, everything is okay." she finally responded while at the same time unbuckling her pants to relieve some of the pressure. About 5 minutes later Kathy pleaded "There's an old gas station up ahead. Please stop, I really have to pee badly! Maybe they have rest rooms - even though I hate using them." But when they got there it was closed. Kathy thought about running behind the building but there were a few motor-bikers who had stopped for a rest. She'd rather have an accident then take a chance with them watching her pee. "Coke machine works" said John as he retrieved the cold soda. "Want some?" "You sure know how to torture a person" she said. "If I drink that there's going to be a flood right here in front of everyone." Easing his truck back on the road, John hit a bump. A small amount of pee squirted out of Kathy's crack. She felt the warm wetness in her underpants and instinctively tightened her sphincter. She already had her legs crossed and thighs tightly squeezed but the enormous pressure from her swollen bladder was too much to hold back. Suddenly another squirt of pee shot out and making a big wet spot in her pants. This time there was no bump to cause it. "You're going to have a wet seat if we don't find a place to stop right now" she said. You'd better not or else you're going to have to clean it up." said John. "Why don't you pee into this empty coke can." "That's not funny" she said "You know I can't do that." "Just kidding." he said. Kathy knew that she was about to have an accident and she didn't want it to happen in John's truck. She moved her hand over the huge bulge of her distended bladder, and reached inside her soaked panties. Her fingers were inside her crack, seeking the opening of the pee hole. It hurt slightly when she pressed it shut but she was determined to keep it in. She felt her urethra expand as her overdistended bladder again tried to force some of it's contents out. But this time no pee came out. "Hey I've got an idea" said John. "There's an old raincoat in the back of the truck. You can cover yourself and take off those wet pants. You can pee while standing and no one will know. "I owe you for this" Kathy said. He stopped the truck and quickly got the raincoat helping her into it and taking off her wet pants. As he was helping her out of the truck Kathy took her hand out of her crotch. As she did so a huge squirt of pee shot out wetting the raincoat and running down her legs. Kathy stood up next to the truck with her legs spread. As soon as there was a break in traffic she released a huge gusher from her opened crack - the stream splashing between her feet. When a car came she stopped and waited til it was clear before resuming. When it was clear in both directions she lifted up the raincoat and put her fingers in her pussy shooting the stream out front like a guy. The excitement turned them both on. John put his hands in Kathy's crack feeling her warm pee flow over his fingers. She peed a gusher and he was amazed at how much one person could hold. When she was finally finished they both got into the truck, she wearing only the raincoat. "Seeing you pee like that made me horny" he smiled. Kathy smiled back. "Me too" she said.