Posted by debra on June 06, 2001 at 05:36
Some years ago i was involved in doing some work that involved going around from door to door knocking on strangers doors and for want of a better way of putting it selling magazines and books, and trying to hold a conversation with the householders wherever possible,
it was on december morning i was out working with about 8 or 9 other people, i was wearing a green knee length skirt, tights, a white jumper and a fairly long coat, it wasnt very long before i felt the need to go, but it wasnt that bad i wasnt too worried, after about half n hour we had finished the assigned terrotry and most of the group decided theyd had enough and wanted to quit, but i needed to make my hours up and wanted to carry on working, as did David, the guy in charge of our group, David was a very UNfanyable guy about 25 years older than me but he was a kind hearted mild tempered guy who was very good at the job and i was hoping to learn from him, so i found myself saying that id stay and work with him for a while, he seemed pleased about that and said wed need to drive to another part of town about 10 minutes drive away that needed working, it was okay by me, in his car he had a flask of tea which we shared before driving to the other side of town, i haddnt realised how much i accually had to go until i sat in his car i could feel the increasing urge in my bladder, i hoped it would go away, we got out of the car but if anything it made the feeling worse and the cold weather wasnt doing much to help either,
David wasnt the kind of guy i felt i could confide in hes a very "upright and proper" sort of guy, and the idea of needing a pee while working wouldnt have gone down too well, after about 20 minutes of going from door to door doing our job, but i couldnot ignore my fast growing need, i was unfamilier with the area which was all residental and a quick glance around i could see nowhere that i could slip away discreetly for a very badly needed pee, causuelly i asked how much longer he wanted us to work my heart sank as he replied that he expected it to take about 2 hours because there was another area that needed working, he obviously noticed my dismay because he said if your cold we can have another cup of tea in my car ive got another flask, no im okay i lied, but after another half n hour i was VERY desperate for the toilet and it was getting worse by the second too i was no longer able to concentrate on what the householders were saying, and was hardly able to answer even there simpeist questions, or find the appropiate pages in the books, i could olmost feel Davids disaproval, but by now it was difficult to walk properlly or stand still and composed on peoples doorsteps, the desparation was coming in olmost uncontrolable waves now and idve given anything not to have been in that situation and i was olmost in tears, my brain kept rehersing the words in my head to say somthing to David how very desperate for the loo i was, how i wasnt sure i could hold on much longer, how i was having to fight real hard against wetting myself, but i couldnt just couldnt bring myself to admit my need i was too embarressed, i did suggest i worked on the oppersitte side of the road from him (with the idea in mind to slip away somewhere unseen) but he said i wasnt qualified to work on my own yet, again he sensed my anxiety and asked if i was ok, my mind screamed out no im not ok im so desperate for the loo im on the verge of wetting myself i cant hold it, but all that came out of my mouth was yes im ok im just cold now, well well just finish this street then and call it a day then he replied, ok i agreed hoping we wouldnt get into a conversation with a householder, it was now taking every single ounce of strength and concentration i could muster to hold on and stop myself wetting, i longed to hold myself betwwen my legs i realy did but i couldnt. it was a waking nightmare, the urges were getting just too strong to control now i knew then i had two choices, id have to tell David the problem or i knew i was going to uncontrolably wet myself right there in the street, err David i said, i errr realy need to get to a toilet right now i said my face was reddening both from embarressment and from sheer desparation, oh well ok he replied weve generated a fair bit of interest today, come on then lets go, so we went back to the car i had to stop walking twice and cross my legs for a few seconds, in the car he seemed to take his time adjusting his interior car mirror, sorting through the unplaced litterture etc, he didnt seem to realise how urgent my need was, i was sitting in his car my legs tightly clamped together gritting my teath and fighting with every ounce of strength i had left to control my uncontrolable bladder, i was afraid to move to talk even to breathe properly, he started the engine and we drove off but to my horror i couldnt stop the spurts from escaping into my knickers i was terrified, then an uncontrolable urge hit me and i knew i was loosing the fight i knew i couldnt hold it anymore, STOP THIS CAR NOW i yelled whats up he replied puzzled, oh just stop now let me out im sorry i sobbed as i felt more warm liquid soak my bum, he pulled over and olmost before hed stopped the car i had opened the door and olmost fell out the car in my frantic attempts to try and hold on, as i got out the car i completly and helplessly wet myself, it poured down my legs like a river and soaked the pavement at my feet, a few people stopped and stared but i was way past the point of caring now i couldntve cared if id wanted to, in all due respect to David he knew what was happening but he totaly ignored it and just dropped me off at my door, when i got inside my own home and recalled it i got very aroused and i rubbed myself to one of the best orgasm ive had in years, David respectably never ever mentioned it again.