She had gone to the fancy dress party as Catwoman, and what a fantastic effort she had made. She looked absolutely fantastic dressed from head to toe in her skintight black lycra catsuit, with shiny black stretch pull on PVC high-heeled knee boots, the sort that have no zip, a long swishy tail, a black mask and a set of pointy black ears on a headband.
As I walked down the deserted corridor on the way back from the mensroom, the door to the ladiesroom opened halfway and a tearful Catwoman appeared, looking frightened and upset.
"Oh please come here and help me" she wailed.
"It's an emergency!" What's the matter" I replied. "I can't get my zipper down! - Its stuck" she whimpered,
"And I'm absolutely bursting to pee!"
"I can't come in there." I said. "Oh please, there's no one in there, I'm bursting!". She almost dragged me inside, and straight away presented her lycra-trapped back to me. The suit was one of those that covers your body from your toes right up to the neck, with a turtleneck collar. When you reached underneath the collar at the back there was a 'hidden' zipper that ran from the top right down to the crack of her bum. She looked so sexy with her lovely curvy body covered by the skin-tight lycra all-in-one, her shapely boobies bulged, straining the thin stretchy fabric, nipples standing proud. Her firm young buttocks were revealed in all their glory by the tight figure-hugging suit.
I was instantly turned on by the thought of this lovely goddess trapped and so helpless, begging for my help, needing so much to pee and unable to relieve herself. This was my best fantasy ever come true!
By now my cock had swollen to the point where it hurt and I thought that I would cum in my pants at any moment. My erection was so huge that the tip of my knob was peeping up the waistband of my trousers. She couldn't help but feel my throbbing member, pressing against her body through the thin material of her catsuit.
"Oh please, please get me undone, I've been drinking beer - far, far too much beer, and my poor bladder is so full it's nearly ready to explode".
As I struggled and tugged ineffectively with the zipper, she was holding her pussy, and doing a gentle little pee-pee dance, desperately trying to hold in her pee. She didn't seem to mind me groping at her, tugging and pulling to undo the seized fastener.
Her entire being was completely focussed on the struggle to undo herself, her desperate need to hold on until her suit was undone, and her desperate, desperate need to empty her aching bladder as soon as she could pull the top down and bare her bottom over the toilet.
"Oh this is terrible, she whimpered, I absolutely have to get my suit down! I've never been so desperate for a pee in all my life! If I don't get myself undone soon I'm going to do it all in my pants!"
I continued to tug and fiddle with the zipper, but I was in no hurry to get it open! I had my hands all over a beautiful women in a skin-tight lycra catsuit, and after all I wasn't the one who was bursting to wee! The view was superb, I could feel her lovely bulging breasts, quivering like jellies since she wasn't wearing a bra inside the suit.
She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I need to pee" she cried, tugging frantically, but uselessly at the clinging lycra fabric covering her crotch. "Oh please get me undone - I'm bursting to pee!" "Get it off me, oh please get it off!"
Suddenly she pulled away from me. She stopped and crouched down a little, bending her knees slightly. Her high-heeled boots drummed on the floor as she danced up and down in a frantic pee-pee dance. Then she went perfectly still, her face went bright red, she gave a little wail and her hand clutched at her pussy.
I heard the fierce spatter of pee pouring onto the tiled floor as she lost control of her tortured bladder and her flood-gates opened. I watched spellbound as her much-needed pee squirted and gushed and hissed out through the thin material of the catsuit, dribbling and coursing down her thighs.
She was so full that she was whimpering with relief as her bladder emptied itself. I was sure that she must have been so full that her bladder almost literally burst! Then I came in my pants without even touching my huge throbbing knob, and a great gobbet of cum shot out from the top of my trousers and dribbled down over the front of them.
She was crying and sobbing and absolutely soaked, with rivers of pee coursing down her lycra-clad legs and running inside her boots, and a big wet patch on her belly and her bottom. She was standing in a huge pool of wee, she surely hadn't been to the toilet at all since she had stretched her costume into place.
I guess a skin-tight catsuit fitted from your toes to your neck isn't easy to pull down, and then stretch yourself back into, to use the toilet, so she had been holding and holding all night, hoping she would be able to make it home. Now it was much too late. She had wet herself completely and spectacularly!
"Oh take me home" she whimpered, "Please don't let anyone see me like this!"