Posted by karla on January 01, 19100 at 16:53
Had a great start to the new Year! Was out to celebrate at our local pub - just before midnight we all trooped out to the field at the back to watch the firework display. I was standing near a couple who weren't regulars - she was tall and neatly dressed in a beige trousersuit and seemed to be trying to impress the fella - a first date perhaps? They certainly didn't seem to know each other too well, because I overheard her say very politely "Do you think I have time to nip to the Ladies before the fireworks start?" Of course my ears pricked up at that and I was excited to hear the man suggest she wait so as not to lose her place near the front of the crowd. As midnight neared I had one eye on her and one on the official entertainment. She looked to be standing uncomfortably and was very quiet, but seemed to not want to make it too obvious that she was dying for the loo. I noticed that as the fireworks started she kept shifting her position slightly but nothing would have been pbvious unless you were looking for it (which I was of course!). After about 5 minutes I noticed her glancing around, pretending to be looking if there was anyone in the crowd she knew but probably planning her escape route. Her partner seemed to notice she was uneasy at one point and asked what was wrong, but she said she was fine. Suddenly she let go of his hand and whispered "I must just go to the loo" and ran off through the crowd. Not one to miss an opportunity I told my friends I was cold and was going back inside, and followed through the crowd. It was quite a walk across the field and once the crowd had thinned I could see her walking very quickly, stooped forward slightly but still keeping up a pretence of being calm. I caught up with her just as she reached the pub door, disappointed that she had made it but still very aroused by watching her. But then came my New year present - the pub door had been locked, presumably for security whilst we were all out on the field. The girl's face was one of sheer horror when she tried the handle and I heard her cry "oh no" and thrust her other hand between her legs. When she realised I had come up behind her she immediately tried to straighten up and said quite calmly - but with a note of desperation in her voice - "Do you know if there's another entrance?" I said that they'd probably locked all the doors for safety and asked if she was going in because it was so cold. "Well actually," she whispered, as if sharing a deep secret "I wanted to go to the toilet." "I hope you're not too desperate!" I joked, hoping to encourage her to talk, "because it looks like it might be a long wait." This did the trick and she admitted to being "pretty desperate" although I could tell from her language that she wasn't used to talking about such things. We stood in silence for a minute and then she said "I hope I don't have an accident". "What do you mean?" I asked. "You know, a toilet accident. I don't think I can wait much longer." "Do you mean you might wet yourself?" I asked, trying to steer this refined conversation into something a little more descriptive. With this, she started jigging around and cried "Oh don't say that, I mustn't think about it or I'll do it. Quick, talk about something else." So we staretd a totally inane conversation about the fireworks, whilst all the time she was fidgetting more and more. Suddenly in the middle of a discussion about rockets she said, "I think I'm going to wet my pants any minute, what am I going to do? I can't believe this is happening to me, I've never wet myself in my life. I can't hold on any longer." The desperation was rising in her voice. Feeling quite sorry for her, as well as very turned on, I suggested we went and tried the other doors. As we were walking past a window I noticed one of the bar staff inside, sitting at a table reading a newspaper. I don't know if he was just being a party-pooper or if he was there for security, but I hammered on the window and shouted, "Can we come in? This lady's nearly pissing herself." He looked up, slightly bemused, then pointed to the door at the other end and said, "That door's open". We rushed round and ran for the loos. As she entered the toilet door I heard her mutter, "It's coming" and then it was as though a fountain had been turned on as her pee broke through her trousersuit and started cascading in all directions. I guess it was the relief of nearly getting there that just made her lose it all. She was shaking as she undid her trousers and hobbled into the cubicle, I think she probably made more of a mess than if she had just stood still and peed herself. I heard her crying in the cubicle and tried to comfort her, but she was so embarrassed I don't think she was listening. When she emerged she was drenched, with the wet patches showing up clearly against the light brown material. "I'd better go before anyone else sees me," she said. I asked if I should give a message to her friends but she swore me to secrecy and said she'd ring her boyfriend later and say she had gone home as she had been feeling sick. I walked back across the pub floor with her, trying to shield the all-too obvious stains from the curious gaze of the barman, and she got into a car and drove off. I doubt I'll ever see her in that pub again, but it certainly made my New Year!
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