The Bathroom
CAROLE
SINGING
©2001-9 The Bathroom
Carole was very excited to be part of the church choir. A
week before Christmas, the choir was to perform in a concert at
After trying… and failing… to sleep on the eve of the
concert, she got out of bed to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water to
drink. She returned to bed, however, she still couldn’t shut her eyes. She got
out of bed on the morning of the concert, and she felt that her throat was
still dry, so while she was having her breakfast, she had another glass of
water to drink. She then spent most of the day getting her hair done, painting
her nails, and generally preparing for the big night. Later, she put on her
black dress in readiness to join her colleagues. They were to travel by coach
from their home town to
Suddenly, the coach had stopped behind some stationary
traffic. Many of the choir grumbled that they may be delayed. Carole had a
personal problem to deal with…. She now felt at this point that she needed to
wee. She had been busy all day that she simply forgot in all that time to use
the toilet.
About 45 minutes had passed, and the coach was still
stuck in traffic. Most of the choir was getting restless…. and Carole was
getting desperate. She began to fidget a little. She was sitting on her own, so
she put her coat over her lap and put her hands inbetween
her legs so she could discreetly hold herself. She crossed her legs really
tight and tried to keep her bladder muscles under control. Another half an hour
passed… the coach was still stuck at the same position, and Carole was getting
really worried now. She needed to wee badly, but was frightened that she may
wet herself.
“Are you alright, Carole?” asked a colleague who was
concerned about her predicament.
“No, I’m okay, thanks, just cold, that’s all,” Carole
replied, despite the fact the coach’s heaters were turn on.
Another twenty minutes had passed, and the traffic
problem eventually eased, and by now the coach was so delayed, it was predicted
that they would only get to the Royal
Albert Hall within 45 minutes before the concert was due to start. Carole
started to moan. She wanted to relieve herself quickly, but she had to wait
until they got there.
But worse was to come. the coach
eventually arrived at the venue twenty minutes before the start of the concert,
and the choir had to quickly get off the coach and go straight to the stage.
Carole asked the head of the choir to go the toilet as she was now very
desperate.
“I’m sorry, we’re already needed on stage,” he said.
“But I need to go now!” Carole explained. She now had one
hand pushed directly in her crotch.
“Can’t do anything about it now, you should have gone
before you joined us,” the choir head said.
Carole knew that she wouldn’t be able to go to the toilet
for at least two hours. The choir had to walk up on stage and all the members
had to stand in three rows. Unfortunately for Carole, she had to stand in the
front row, so she couldn’t even discreetly hold herself while she had to sing.
During the concert she continued to fidget so much that she found it difficult
to concentrate on her singing voice. She even tried miming, but that didn’t
work either…. She just kept thinking of the time when she will be able to
release her bladder of its contents.
Suddenly, Carole felt she lost temporary control, and a jet of wee leave her pussy and leaked into
her knickers. That made her cross her legs, but she began to leak small spurts
of wee in intervals, soon soaking her knickers, and flowing down her inner
thighs. She knew that if she didn’t get the chance to go soon, she would wet
herself on stage. She was struggling to get any words out of her mouth because
she was trying… and failing… to hold her bladder muscles.
Then, all of a sudden, Carole did lose control. She felt
her bladder explode and she fully pissed herself. Her knickers got drenched,
her shoes got wet and the inside of her black dress got wet. It was
particularly embarrassing for her because she couldn’t leave the stage to clean
herself up for another thirty minutes, which in her state, seemed like forever.
Also, some of her colleagues also the whiff of her after-wee
smell, which wasn’t very pleasant for them.
After the concert had finished, Carole rushed out of the
main hall to find the ladies’ toilet and locked herself in a cubicle for
another hour, not wanting to come out. What should have been a very exciting
night out, it turned out to be a complete disaster.