Posted by debra on May 12, 2001 at 11:56:03:
In August 1998, i was travelling home from a concert in london which was about a 3 hour journey to
where i was living at the time, i was wearing black nylon shorts, a red top, and sandals, i had a thin jacket
with me too, i had hung around the concert a little longer than i shouldve done and realy had to hurry to
get the train, i knew i needed to go to the toilet but i knew there was one at the station so i didnt worry
even when my bladder started sending the "getting urgent" signals, i got to the station just as the train was
about to leave so there was no time to use the stations toilet, but again i wasnt worried as more often than
not there are toilets on the trains, it was rush hourand was very crowded indeedand i couldnt get a seat i
had to stand squashed, about 10-15 minutes into the journey i began to feel quite desperate and needed to
hold myself which was easy to do unseen because i was squashed due to the rush hour crowd, i was olso
getting quite concerned i knew i realy needed to go very badly but didnt know which way to attempt to
fight my way through the crowd, so for the next 20 minutes i stood with my legs crossed and my hand
jammed between my legs feeling my bladder rapidly filling up i was getting more and more worried, when
the train stopped at the next station the majority of the people got off, but there were still no seats
available though, it was still pretty full, on one hand i was very glad because now i could get past people
to get to the toilet, but it olso ment i could no longer stand cross legged holding myself without it been
plainly obvious to people i was bursting for a pee, i was close to tears as a strong wave of desparation hit
me unexpectidly causing me to instictivly return my hand between my legs and i heard myself whisper to
myself "ohhh" i knew people were looking but i couldnt help that, the man standing next to me was pretty
good looking, dark hair, mid 40s he looked sympatheticaly at me and whispered " its ok honey, i need to
go pretty badly too, lets find the toilet together, come on" i gratfully followed him we followed which
way the sign indicated were the toilets i was realy realy bursting now and i knew i couldnt hold on much
longer, i had to keep stopping because the waves of desparation were hitting me more and more frequently
and stronger than i thought possible, it was difficult to push past people while at the same time try and
keep control of my bladder i was very desperate and anyone who saw me mustve known it because i was
too bad to try and hide it, when we found the toilet we found a sign on it that read out of order, with that
i did cry because i knew id never be able to hang on until the train was due to stop again, my companion
whos name was Peter tried the door and found it looked, i noticed he gave his cock a squeeze and the look
on his face told me i wasnt olone in this predicament, he wispered "its ok hon im bursting too" "yes but i
cant hold on any longer im olmost wetting myself" i sobbed to him, then another wave hit me causing me
to olmost bend over and i grabbed my croch franticaly with both hands "oohh please do somthing please
im nearly doing it ooohhh please do somthing" i sobbed, i didnt care about the strange looks we were
getting, "lets walk further down" he suggested "maybe we can find a seat" just then a train ticket
inspector came by peter asked him "is there another toilet on board only its a bit of an emergency for both
of us" he looked at me standing cross legged with both hands firmly holding my croch and the desperate
pained expression on my face, "errr, no im sorry there isnt im sorry" he muttered unable to take his eyes
of me as i squirmed and hopped about, "well can you at least unlock this door then" i pleaded "at least i
can go on the floor behind a closed door because im about to do it on the floor right here i just cant hold
on anymore" i tearfully begged just as another wave hit me and an uncontrolable spurt soaked through my
hand and tell-tale drips ran down my legs, "oh no oh no oh no please do somthing" i begged, " no, im
sorry we dont have a key on board im sorry" he said taking one last look at me before walking away,
"come on sweetie lets get a seat" peter said full of concern, we walked or rather i hobbled into the next
compartment where we found a couple of seats, but sitting down was the last straw for my bursting
bladder and the second i sat down i couldnt control it anymore and i started to uncontrolably pee it poured
out of me like a river i couldnt control it, my shorts were absolutly soaked and my bottom was warm, alot
of it was soaked up by the seat but alot of it olso dripped onto the floor and made a huge puddle at my
feet, for a few seconds i couldnt move the relief was soooooo heavenly peter who had been watching me
had his face screwed up in agony he took his jacket off and lay it over his lap, i knew what he was doing
as i watched the puddle id made suddenly double in size, the relief on his face matched mine, a few
minutes later the ticket inspector came back and couldnt but help notice the massive puddle on the
floor,"sorry" i muttered "dont worry it happens from time to time" he replied, when we got to our station
we both went our seperate ways, i often wonder if peter ever remembers it, i know ill never forget it......