Posted by Eileena on December 27, 1998 at 14:59
inspired by an exchange on IRC yesterday :) a story of desparation...
Imagine, if you will, being in a large library-one of the sort usually found in the city...3 or 4 floors-huge and busy.
She was looking in the reference section...which was located on the 3rd floor...Alyssa needed to finish her report and didn't want to have to come back to the library again. Finally finding the book she was looking for-she made her way to a quiet table to do some reading. Alyssa soon realized she had to pee, but, as you cannot check out the reference books, didn't want to take the chance of leaving the book-worried someone else might need it. "Oh, I'll be fine," she thought to herself, and continued reading...She crossed her right leg over her left tightly. "Maybe if I change positions" she thought, and put her left leg under her, kind of pushing her heel into her crotch to help hold it. That seemed to help a bit, and Alyssa continued reading. Alyssa finally finished reading the section of the book that interested her, and started to summarize her notes...she was unaware that she was rocking back and forth slightly-it was totally unconscious. She was also unaware that a goodlooking guy was watching her every move from behind the shelves of books.
Alyssa got up to put the book on one of the carts used for that purpose, and as she stood, she realized she *really* had to go, alot worse than before. She slowly stood up, crossed her legs first one way then the other, then uncrossed them and walked to where they kept the return carts. She lingered at the return cart, wishing she hadn't worn such tight jeans, as they were pressing into her bladder, making the full feeling even worse. Alyssa stopped to think, 'now, where exactly are the bathrooms?' She started walking toward the back of the library, thinking each floor must have it's own bathroom. When she reached the ladies rooms, she noticed, much to her dismay, that they were out of order, and there was a sign directing her to the first floor. Not wanting to chance walking all the way across the library to the elevators, she decided to take the stairs. (The goodlooking guy had followed her without her knowledge and was watching her distress with great interest)
Alyssa turned the knob to the door, and started carefully down the stairs. Every step was difficult as she struggled not to wet her jeans. She stopped to rest on the landing of the 2nd floor, then continued down to the first....She reached for the doorknob, and tried to turn it....It was locked...She knocked on the door, panic setting in. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, sliding a hand in her crotch as she did so. What was she going to do now. With a feeling of dread, Alyssa slowly started up the stairs, taking every step with great ease. It took her a while, but she finally made it back up to the 3rd floor, wishing she hadn't drank that last 20 oz diet soda before she got to the library! Alyssa again reached for a doorknob...would it be locked? she hoped not. She tried to turn it and it was indeed locked. (What she didn't realize yet, was that the goodlooking guy that had noticed her fidgeting earlier was waiting on the other side of the door, knowing that the doors all had automatic locks). She knocked and waited...After about 5 more excruciating minutes...minutes where she alternately crossed her legs, hopped a bit, and stuck her hands between her legs, someone answered her pleas for help. The door opened and a very good looking guy, with Sandy brown hair and a beautiful smile, stood looking at her. Alyssa was quite embarrassed, as she stood fidgeting from one foot to the other. She tried to rush past the guy, but he stopped her, with a gentle hand on her arm. 'Hi, my name is Paul, can I help you with something?' She decided to take a chance and tell him the truth-that she really really had to pee, or she'd have an accident, and hope he knew of a quick way to the ladies room. "Hi, I'm Alyssa...I was wondering-do you know where there's a ladies room? I really ahve to go and if I dont'get to a ladies room soon, I'll wet my jeans!" Paul smiled, and told her not to worry, he'd take care of her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to a back room, mumbling about there being a bathroom for staff back there some where. As they hurried the pressure on Alyssa's bladder became too intense and she let out a small cry as she felt a small spurt of warm pee release itself in her panties...Paul didn't hear her cry and kept hurrying her along. but, that first spurt felt so good-such relief on her poor tortured bladder, that she stopped walking and finally gave in. Alyssa closed her eyes, and let the relief flow over her as her pee flowed out of her bladder, into her lace panties, and finally out the crotch of her tight jeans. She forgot Paul was even there, and didnt realize he was standing staring at her transfixed. She peed for over 2 minutes, and when she was finally done, her jeans were streaked with her wetness, across her tight ass, down her legs, back and front, and her sneakers were soaked. There was also a sizeable puddle under her. She opened her eyes, and realized where she was, and also realized that Paul had watched the whole thing, and was actually, visably turned on. She realized, too, that she was a bit turned on, more by the release than anything else. Paul smiled at her and offered toget her coat and give her a ride home. He thought to himself, 'this could be the beginning of some fun wet times.'
The end.
Please be kind :) I have never written a story before, but hope it was an enjoyable read.
Eileena
Email: eileena@patches.net