Debra wets her panties in front of an audience of builders.
This is a fictional story, the only truth in this is that I do have a cousin in the US
Last summer
I was visiting my cousin in America and I had
gone out alone for the day to look around some museum, I had been drinking a
few sodas because over in England we don't have sodas, well not like they do
there anyway, I'd also been eating ice creams too, so by the time I was ready to
leave I really needed to go to the bathroom pretty badly but the place was
closing and I wasn't able to find the bathrooms, so I thought I'd wait until I got to the bus station which was about half a mile
away.
BUT I guess I must've under estimated my need because I was finding my desperation
increasing with every step I painfully took, I could feel my bladder
straining as I fought to keep control, I thought I'd never get to that bus park!
Several times I found myself needing to suddenly stop and cross my
legs or need to frantically hold myself for a second or two until the urges
died down enough to continue, it wasn't easy and because of my needing to
take baby steps a lot of the time and having to keep on stopping, it took me a lot
longer to get to the bus park than I had allowed, I was so pleased to
see the entrance sign to the bus station that I automatically relaxed . . . this
was a big mistake as an almost uncontrollable urge hit me and it took every
bit of effort to keep my bladder under control. This time I was wearing a short black
dress and black nylon panties.
I was so glad to see the sign ahead to the
bathrooms but before I had a chance to cross over to the far side of
the bus park where they were, I saw my bus was already leaving, I instinctively flagged it down because
I knew there wasn't another one for two hours, I was
already on board and sitting down before I realised what I had done, it was
at least an hour's journey and I was absolutely bursting for a pee, sitting
down eased it a little but I was soooo desperate it didn't make a lot of
difference really, I felt every painful bump in that road, my muscles were
working overtime to hold on, the seats were the old fashioned type and wouldn't have absorbed a single drop and the bus was over three
quarters full, so I KNEW I just had to hold on whatever it took.
I was feeling very aroused
having the feeling of a bursting bladder but I dearly wished I was in a more
private situation, I really was beginning to seriously doubt whether I'd make
it through that bus ride, it was a combination of arousing ecstasy and
desperate agony every block of the way. I was so relieved when finally my stop came into view, but getting off the bus was a real struggle,
I know I must've looked drunk the way I staggered down the isle and practically fell of the bus, but
really it was the only way I could keep my
bladder under control, by now the spasms were coming with vengeance and even I was surprised at how
I was managing to hold on, but 'hold on' I did as I walked the few blocks to my
cousin's house cursing him under my breath for
not actually living on top of the bus stop and cursing the bus driver for
somehow not suddenly taking it into his head to take an unexpected detour
and actually dropping me off right outside a public restroom, (even though I hadn't
actually mentioned my desperate situation to the poor driver).
I was frantically having to hold myself now because I knew that if I relaxed, even
for a second, I would uncontrollable wet myself and I was not gonna do such a
thing in one of the busiest towns in America!
When I got to his house there
were a couple of builders working on his roof, he'd previously tried to fix
it himself but hadn't done a proper job of it so he'd had to call in the experts in the
end, but I didn't care, I knew that in a few minutes I'd be safely inside and able to pee, oh how
I badly wanted and needed to pee! Oh I could hardly wait!
So with every ounce of remaining strength and will power I could muster, I went up to the
front door, I could picture the bathroom
clearly in my mind - ooohh how I longed to be inside so I could just pee! I banged and hammered on the door, but all
I could hear inside was silence, I knew he was out because the dogs weren't barking
their heads off, 'no no no,
this isn't happening!' my mind screamed, just then one of the builders called
down, "If you're looking for the owner, he left about 10 minutes ago with
his fishing gear." one of them called down to me.
Words can't explain the
despair I felt, I knew where he'd gone, he'd gone to a river 10 minutes away
from the house, I could barely hold on for 10 seconds let alone 10 minutes!!
ooooohhhh no no, I had no choice but to get to the river, but walking back
up the path just proved too much for my aching bursting bladder and despite
every frantic attempt to control it, I felt a warm, wet spurt escape and run
down my leg! Both hands now clutched frantically at my crutch and my crossed legs
did very little to stem the flow, I could feel it escape from me and run
down my legs, splattering the path, there was nothing I could do, nothing at
all!
I stood there and totally and uncontrollably soaked myself, I was aware of
the sudden silence from the builders and shamefully looked up to see them
watching me, I swear I could see desire in the older ones eyes, but I didn't stay around too long,
I took one look at the huge puddle I'd left on the path,
then ran down to the river to join my cousin fishing, I didn't need to
tell him what I'd done, we're close and he knew.
So how about this for a nice touch? When we came back
from fishing there was a single flower in the middle of my puddle, I knew
the builders had left it there, I smiled at the thought, but made sure I was
out when they returned the following day to finish the job on the
roof! Embarrassed or what?
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