The Bathroom

The Bathroom

LOCKED OUT

Keeley had a great day out with friends, but now she had to get home as quickly as possible, because, first of all, not only she had to keep an appointment to see a work colleague, but also, more urgently, she needed to wee very badly.

As she approached the front door of her garden flat, walking awkwardly, clamping her legs tightly together and flexing her bladder muscles in order to prevent herself from losing it in her sky blue jeans. She searched through her bag, but couldn’t find her keys. Several more searches later, the keys still weren’t inside. Keeley felt a spasm surge through her body… that forced her to drop her bag, quickly grab herself with both hands and started to bend double.

When she felt the spasm pass, she searched outside the house for her keys, but, after fifteen minutes, she was having more trouble trying to prevent herself from wetting. She gingerly walked around the house, prancing and holding herself tightly. She looked through all the ground floor windows and tried to open them… no luck. Then suddenly, she remembered… she walked to the front door and looked under a rock to find a set of keys. However, they were the wrong set which only opened the garden shed.

Keeley decided to wait outside the front door for a while. She made a call to one of her flatmates on her mobile phone, who happened to be out at the time, only to connect her to a voicemail message. She growled, and resigned herself to wait for her much needed relief. She continued to bend double and hold herself whilst crossing her legs tightly as she waited for her friend to return.

A couple of hours later, Keeley’s desperation grew slowly worse. She called her flatmate on her mobile, only again to be connected to a voicemail message. She began walking up and down the garden path, moaning repeatedly, and trying to tighten her bladder muscles in a bid to hold her wee inside. She desperately looked for a discreet place to relieve herself, but the layout of both the front and back gardens meant that she would be seen from other people looking out of their windows.

By now Keeley had both hands jammed in her crotch and would not take them away in case it made her let go involuntarily. Suddenly, she heard somebody walk up the garden path.

“Hello… HELLO!” shouted the voice.

Oh, no. Kelley didn’t want anyone to see her in this state. The voice became louder.

“I’ve got a package for somebody to sign.”

“Coming,” Keeley responded.

She tried to regain a normal, standing posture, but it is difficult if one needs to relieve oneself. She walked slowly towards an extremally handsome courier man holding a small, plain covered parcel.

“Sign this madam,” he said. However, Keeley’s hand started to shake as she wrote her signature.

“Thank you,” she said, but before she could turn away, she felt some urine leak into her knickers. She immediately dropped the package and started to grab herself again.

“What’s the matter?” asked the courier.

“It’s embarrassing, but… I need to wee badly,” Keeley blurted out. She didn’t need prompting.

“The problem is… I’ve lost my keys and can’t get into the house.” “Let’s see what we can do,” said the courier in an act of kindness, and started to look for the keys.

Keeley started to lean on the garden fence, crossed her legs and began to rock repeatedly. She felt some more urine leak, this time dampening the bottom of her jeans.

“Have you found them yet?”

“No, not yet,” the courier replied.

Keeley felt she was in serious trouble and just on the verge of losing control. She let go some more urine, soaking her bottom. Despite gripping her crotch in a desperate bid to hold on, she knew she was going to wet herself sooner rather than later….. and is currently late for her appointment.

Half an hour’s search in the garden led to nothing. The courier made his apologies and had to leave because he was behind with his schedule. That left Keeley, on her own again, desperate to wee, holding herself, bending double, continually leaking…. She bent over to see the growing wet patch in the crotch of her jeans.

“Hi Keeley!” another voice called to her. It was her colleague, Kate. “Oh, no. She can’t see me in this state!”

But it was too late. Urine started gushing involuntarily, soaking her sky-blue jeans. Kate came to see Keeley, suddenly stunned to see her colleague wetting herself in her own garden.

When her bladder emptied its contents, Keeley said “I’m sorry”, and started sobbing.

“Don’t worry,” Kate said, putting an arm around her in sympathy. “Let’s try to get you inside so you can be able to change.” The wetting accident was embarrassing for Keeley, but surprisingly, she did eventually find her keys… they were in her coat pocket all the time!