He began to move slightly.  It wasn't easy, they didn't dare slip and fall.
Her grip on him was so tight that his motions were difficult at first, but
gradually became easier.  

As he moved slowly within her, she suddenly said, in a calm voice,  "You know,
I can't even feel my bladder any more.  This has got to be the best way to stop
it from hurting!"

"Me, too," he answered, "I can't feel my bladder either! Let's keep it going as
long as we can!"

He tried to keep his motion slow, despite the intense arousal both of them were
now feeling. Slowly she brought her head back to face him, displaying an
ecstatic smile.  She moved her hands up, holding him by his sides.  His grip on
her breasts never slackened.  He pulled them apart, massaging them with his
strong grip, as he manipulated them.

Her orgasm came in an ecstatic explosion.  Her body jerked, her head jumped
backward.  He squeezed her nipples hard at the very moment, not yet reaching
his own explosive point.  He continued to thrust a moment or two, then reached
his own climax with a loud moan and a sudden cessation of his movement.

Gradually they came down from the clouds, looking at each other, still standing
there, hands on each other, ignoring the onlookers.  They had stayed on their
feet.  Neither had peed.  They were still connected.

She still had her sense of humor.  "You want out?" she asked, "I still need the
plug, you know.  Bladder's still full.  Oh, it's starting to hurt again!" 

He slowly withdrew his now flaccid member.  She immediately took it in her hand
and squeezed tightly near the tip.   "Keep the valve shut -  I don't want to
lose you yet!"

Sexually relieved, thoroughly enjoying each other, they stood together in an
odd posture; she, holding the tip of his penis in a tight grasp, and he
pressing his fingers through her labia, trying to press her urethra closed.
The pain of their bladders both drew them together in a common misery, and
forced them to face their coming separation when one or the other could no
longer hold it.

They kept it up half an hour or so, conversing quietly.  They stood together,
hardly moving their feet, but both fidgeting and twitching nervously throughout
their lower bodies.  Then came the breaking point as he exclaimed to her, "Try
holding it tighter, right at the tip; I can't hold back any longer!"   She
tightened her grip at the tip of his penis, trying hard to pinch it shut.  It
didn't work.  There was a slight spurt from the tip.  She squeezed tighter, but
it was too late.  The watchers noticed.  Men moved to separate them, starting
to pull him away.  His urine started to shoot out in a stream, falling to the
platform.  They grasped each other for one final embrace, as he was dragged
away, peeing furiously.

She was pulled off the platform, taken down the steps.  The officer escorted
her out the door.  As they stepped to the outdoors, he stood her on the bare
ground adjoining the building.  He pointed down.  "Pee!" he commanded.    She
complied, legs spread, still standing, a forceful stream pouring from her.  She
could see a group of soldiers watching. She didn't care. She had her Dan.  They
had made her stand, and she was still on her feet.

She was led back to the room where her underwear had been left.  She was
allowed hastily to put on her meager cover, and then was driven back to the
women's compound.  At the commander's office, she retrieved her dress and
shoes.  She walked to her barracks.  She had not felt so good in a long time.

She didn't get to see Dan again, until their release over two years later.  

As Emily and Dan arrived at their house, he again asked her if she was still
thinking about the visit they had those forty years ago.  She turned to him
with her usual smile, "Could I ever forget that? But, Dan, how could I ever
tell it to anyone else?"

"Would you go through it again", Dan asked her.

"I'll never have to. I'm an old lady now".  They unlocked the door and went in.
"It's been a long day," she continued.  "I haven't had a bathroom break since
before the program. I badly need a pee, and a shower, and I'm ready for bed!"
She put down her belongings and started toward the bathroom.  Dan grabbed her,
gently.

"I need a bathroom stop, too, and I like your menu, but let's change the order
a bit.  There was a time when you were willing to put off the pee and the
shower.." his voice trailed off, as he kissed her lightly.  Then he pulled her
away from the direction of the bathroom, pointing her toward their bedroom
instead.  As they went through the door, he turned her around and reached to
unbutton her blouse, only to find she already had it completely unfastened, and
was unsnapping her bra..  Dropping both on a chair, she turned to him bare
breasted, and gave him that smile again, saying "At least it's going to be a
bed, and not standing on a platform, but you can still use the handles." As he
followed her instructions, she shook her head, adding,   "How would you ever
tell the grandchildren?" 

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