The Bathroom
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©2001-9 The Bathroom
“Open the door please, I need a wee!” pleaded April. She
was banging on the door of the pub she left earlier asking to be let back in. But
the barman said, “Sorry, we’re closed now. Come back tomorrow.” That was not
good enough for April, who was desperate to pee, holding herself tightly
through the light green dress she was wearing and repeatedly bending double.
She felt she was on the verge of wetting herself, and there were crowds of
other people in the street because most of the other pubs in the area are
closing for the night.
“PLEASE, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!” she screamed, as a small
tear fell from her left eye. “Look, if you don’t leave immediately, I will call
the police!” the barman warned. April looked frantically for somewhere to wee,
but suddenly, she involuntarily let go some pee in her knickers, and before she
could summon all the strength to hold some more, she started to wee full time.
She bent over and jammed both her hands inbetween her
legs as she felt her dress get soaked. She looked at the small wet surface on
the ground beneath her.
After she let out all her fluid, she started to sob a
little, and tried to wipe the hands on the remaining dry parts of her dress. As
she had nothing to hide her large wet stain with, she had to walk all the way
through the crowds of people to the nearest bus stop. Not surprisingly, she got
a lot of stares, and she overheard one person call her, “She’s a little baby,
she couldn’t hold her piss in.”
When April did manage to get home, she took off her dress
and looked at the wet stain. At first, she felt embarrassed about the incident,
but then she started to wonder about what would happen if she decided to hold
her wee deliberately. Thinking about it had got her turned on, and when she
felt into her bed, she started to stroke her pussy. She began to masturbate
slowly, thinking of the incident that happened only a few hours ago. She then
got out one of her dildos from her wardrobe and gently eased it into her pussy.
She had got completely carried away, using it on herself until she had a
delicious orgasm.
When April woke up in the morning, she had a devilish
plan. After her morning wee, she went to the kitchen to eat two slices of toast
and drank a large mug of tea. She then took her shower and went back to the
bedroom to change into a white t-shirt and long khaki skirt. As she left for
work, she felt she had a slight need to pee, but she ignored it.
Before she reached the train station, she ordered a large
coffee from the café and drank from it. When she got to work, she had a glass
of water from the drinks machine. While she was doing her duties, she drank
more water in hourly intervals. While she was at her desk, she had started to
squirm, and she had crossed her legs tightly. This attracted some attention
from her colleagues. One looked at her puzzlingly.
“Are you alright, April?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m okay, I’ve just got an itchy bum, that’s all,”
April replied. She repeated the process for much of the day, avoiding the urge
to use the toilet.
After she finished work, she walked past the door to the
toilets to leave the office, trying with all her might to walk as normally as
possible. When she got to the train station, the pressure on her bladder almost
became too much, and she fumbled repeatedly through her bag to find her ticket
in order to get through the barrier gates. When she pushed her ticket through
the machine, the doors opened. April took slightly longer to go through, and as
a result, the gates slammed suddenly, hitting her stomach and causing some pee
to escape, dampening her knickers. She gasped and immediately bent over in a bid to stop more
escaping.
Eventually, she got to catch her train, and it was packed
with other passengers trying to get home. The pressure on her bladder was by
now becoming unbearable. She crossed her legs tightly to compensate for not
being able to hold herself. The journey on the way home seemed like an
eternity…. April desperately needed to pee, but she couldn’t do in front of the
other passengers.
When the train did reach her home station, she felt
tempted to use the toilet there, but after she left the train to walk on the
platform, she went past them, despite having an extremely full bladder. After
leaving the station, she involuntarily let go of some pee, which made her grab
herself through her khaki skirt. When the mini-flow subsided, she looked down
at the small wet patch on the crotch of her skirt.
She knew she wasn’t going to make it home without wetting
herself, so she found a discreet alleyway not far from the station. Looking to
see if there was anybody about, she started to hold herself through her skirt
with both hands, and began to relax her bladder muscles. She soon felt her
hands and skirt get soaked. All that fluid she consumed throughout the day just
flowed out of her. While doing her dirty deed, she breathed and sighed heavily
with relief.
After she composed herself, April looked down at the
drenched skirt and wee covering the litter-strewn pavement and was very pleased
with herself. Now she wondered how she will be able to
walk home without people noticing her wet skirt.