I had been driving for hours, through the night for an early meeting far from home. The majority of the drive was on country roads barely wide enough for one car, and in pitch darkness due to their rural nature. Hardly surprising then that when I reached my final destination just a little before 6am I was absolutely bursting for a wee. I had been too scared to pull the car over and squat in bushes, partly just because it was so dark and scary and secondly because I had no way of knowing when a car would come and either not notice me and run me over or cast it’s lights on my bare behind!

Finally I pulled into a village, of course, being so early in the morning everything was still closed. I drove around in vain searching for a toilet in which to relieve myself, I even stopped to ask an early morning dog walker “No I’m afraid there are none, the petrol station opens at 8am, they have one in there you could use!” I looked at my watch, 5:59am, I thanked him and wound up the window, knowing full well I could never last until 8am. I wound the window back down again “Is there a hotel nearby?” I enquired, perhaps I could check in, use the toilet and check out again (I really was that desperate I was willing to pay!), or even better maybe they had one in the lobby I could use. “Yes, there’s one just the other side of the village, if you keep on this road until you reach the Church you’ll see it on the right hand side about 300 yards up the road” the man’s words were music to my ears.

I rubbed my bladder gently as it cramped and tightened, it felt solid as though it was filled with concrete due to the density and overwhelming volume of its liquid contents. I was managing to hold it without too much effort, the odd bump or shake would threaten a leak but I managed to hold back each time. It was the continuous pain that came with my muscles being stretched to their absolute limits that was causing the most discomfort, the sharp pain very low down in my abdomen where the full weight of my bladder was pressing down onto my extremely stretched muscles. On one hand being forced to drive was helping to keep my mind focussed, on the other hand I was desperate to cross my legs and fidget to try and find some comfort. The pain was so severe that it was a constant distraction, all I could think of was how badly I had to go!

I found the church without difficulty, but drove up and down the road what seemed like a hundred times looking for the hotel. Finally after driving unbelievably slowly I spotted a tiny guest house, shrouded by trees and in complete darkness. I pulled onto the small car park and squinted at the signs in the window in the light of my headlights, ‘No guests admitted before 8am unless by prior booking’ read one sign. I wondered if they left the door unlocked, although I realised that it was extremely doubtful, it was a small village and I thought perhaps they trusted the locals enough to leave the door open to allow their guests to return late… Maybe, just maybe there was a toilet in the reception area that would be accessible. Writing this now I realise how unlikely it seemed, but I was about to burst and so anything, no matter how improbable was worth a try!

I turned off the engine but left the headlights on the car so that I could find a path to the door, as I stepped out of the car I was met for the first time by the full weight of my bladder. I bent forwards and crossed my legs as my body adjusted, I thought I was going to wet myself right there on that car park for a moment as I fought to hold on. I had unzipped my skirt as my bladder grew so was able to discreetly pop my hand down my skirt and hold myself now that I was standing, oh it felt so good. I leant on the inside of the door for a moment and enjoyed the overwhelming relief, but soon remembered that there may be greater relief if I could find a way into this tiny guesthouse. I removed my hand and waddled gingerly towards the front door…

I could barely hold it now that I was upright and walking, as I reached the little stone built porch I once again slipped my hand down my loosened skirt and frantically pee danced, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! I tried the door handle, it was locked, I peered through the leaded glass of the heavy wooden door, I tried again and again. It was no good, I crossed my legs and bent forward as I squeezed my fingers into my crotch, I could barely hold it as I began to walk back to the car, hunched over and walking painfully slowly as each step felt like a blow to my severely distended bladder. I glanced around as I reached the car, the car park was very secluded, perhaps I could squat and relieve myself here without anyone noticing? The car park was covered with loose shale so I was confident that my puddle would drain away without being noticed.

As I reached into the car to turn off the headlights I glanced out of the windscreen, and noticed a CCTV camera mounted on the front of the building, I swiftly noticed another on the opposite side too… I doubted they would be able to see me in the darkness but daren’t chance it, so reluctantly I lowered myself into the car. My bladder felt as though it had sunk into my pelvic floor, sitting down was now agonising, as it felt as though I was sitting on a sharp spike that sent shooting pains up into my bladder. I toyed with the idea of getting back out of the car and continuing with my plan of relieving myself in the car park, the pain was so immense that I hardly cared about the cameras. But then I remembered that I was in a company car, what if the registration number was traced back to the company and my bosses heard about it? I simply couldn’t risk it so I pulled the car door shut and winced as I placed my feet on the peddles, raising my knees caused undue pressure on my now critically distended bladder and I knew I had to find relief very soon or else I would lose control.

I sat for a moment cradling my bladder, trying to think straight whilst so utterly desperate was a challenge. I wriggled in my seat and tried to hold back the imminent flood while I frantically flicked through ideas in my mind. It was almost light now, so finding anywhere out in the open would not be without risk, my meeting wasn’t for another 45 minutes or so and there was no way I could last until then, and nothing in the village opened until 8am, an hour after my meeting started. I had three choices, find somewhere outdoors to squat, find a public toilet outside the village or wet myself, I didn’t much fancy the third option so decided to try and drive to a public toilet and perhaps find somewhere on the way in which to squat if the opportunity arose.

Then it occurred to me, my smartphone! Why had this never occurred to me before, I rummaged through my handbag whilst wriggling and squeezing my thighs together in desperation, finally finding my phone right at the bottom. I placed a hand down my skirt and squeezed hard as my body tried to push out the contents of my tired and overfull bladder, I wasn’t sure I could hold it so placed my other hand down there to apply extra pressure, I was panicking now! I bucked my hips and opened the car door ready to dive out, I had leaked badly into my hands but was just about managing to hold it, although I was right at the edge of my abilities and knew I didn’t have long. I opened up the internet search on my phone, and typed in ‘nearest public toilet’ to my astonishment a whole list of sites opened up!

I frantically searched through them as I rocked back and forth in agony with my free hand pressing firmly into my crotch, barely able to hold back the flood that was more imminent than ever, finally I found a site that used GPS to pinpoint my location and locate the nearest public toilet. I waited for it to complete its search, knowing that I may not make it in any case, such was the severity of my desperation. “Oooohhhh” I moaned out loud as my bladder contracted, trying to force out its load past my carefully positioned fingers. My wrist ached from applying such pressure and my thighs shook from being so tightly crossed, I opened my legs and rubbed my fingers in a circular motion without removing even a gram of pressure. It felt better, why was my phone taking so long to search? The rural location can’t have been helping, I knew I didn’t have long, I sat up and bent forwards resting my head on the steering wheel, both hands now pressed into my crotch again, “Come on, come on, come on!” I pleaded with my phone, at the same time willing myself to continue holding on.

I closed my eyes for a second and heard my phone beep, I removed a hand from my crotch and grabbed it from the passenger seat “Nearest toilet 5 miles, 8 minutes drive” was displayed on the screen. I didn’t waste a second, as I buckled my seatbelt I selected the option for directions, it was almost impossible to drive as the searing pain in my massively distended and exhausted bladder was now so severe that it felt like it was being sliced open. I groaned and panted as the miles ticked down, “Four minutes to your destination” came the voice from the directions on my phone, I pressed my hand into my crotch, not sure if I could make it, still frantically searching for anywhere I could stop and relieve myself immediately.

I removed my hand to change gear and felt a jet of hot pee escape, “No, no, no, no, no!” I groaned, in agony as I fought to try and hold it, I longed to pull the car over and rush out but there was nowhere to stop. “Two minutes to your destination” came the voice again, the pain was immense, I was shaking and felt dizzy as I tried to remain as calm and controlled as possible. I couldn’t help but let out a continuous moan as I drove, searching for anything that resembled a toilet, I rounded a corner and there it was, a chain petrol station! I could barely contain my relief, I felt a tear run down my cheek as I quickly pulled into the parking space and dived out of the car, almost forgetting the sheer intensity of my predicament. I instantly stopped and crossed my legs tightly, bending forwards, frozen to the spot in pure agony as I gently bent my knee upwards to try and hold on, to regain composure for just those last few seconds…

I breathed slowly, as slowly as I could when it felt as though my bladder was so large it was squashing my lungs… I managed to regain just enough control to be able to walk without my hand pressing my crotch and slowly, gingerly walked towards the small shop, I clearly saw the signs for the toilets and headed in that direction, it was more than my bladder could take and I felt it contract and pulse with anticipation. As I approached the door I heard a voice across the shop “Excuse me, if you need to use the toilet you need a key!” he yelled, louder than was necessary from behind the counter. I flashed the briefest smile, “Do you have it?” I enquired, legs crossed and struggling to stay still. “I’ll get it, two minutes” he replied, I didn’t have two minutes, how could he not see that I simply could not wait any longer!?

I pee danced across to the counter, there were cameras but I didn’t care, I couldn’t help it any more if I didn’t fidget and pee dance then I couldn’t hold it and would wet myself. I bobbed around near the counter, looking at the sweets and pastries, I was so thirsty and made a vow to buy a drink as soon as I had made room for it. As I paced back and forth I lifted one leg at a time, jiggling around in a frantic effort to hold back the impending flood, “Come on, come on!” I muttered under my breath, wondering where the attendant had disappeared to, I couldn’t hold it for much longer! By the time he returned I was once again frozen to the spot with my legs crossed, bobbing my hips to try and hold on. I held my hand out for the key, “You have to pay for your fuel first” he said, before adding “Only customer can use the bathroom.”

I stared at him in disbelief, “I’m going to wet myself!” I exclaimed shamelessly, “If you don’t give me that key I will wet myself right here, right now, I CANNOT hold it any longer!” I said through gritted teeth, “PLEASE!” I added before he had chance to speak, I genuinely was about to wet myself, I could feel the pee at the very edge of my control, about to come out and soak me. “I’m sorry madam, I can’t, you have to be a customer!” he said, he was young and seemed apologetic but it wasn’t helping me. I bent forward as a wave of desperation caused a shiver down my spine, my legs were crossed but I couldn’t help but hold myself, “Please” I begged “Please, I can’t hold it any longer, please, once I have used the bathroom I will fill up my tank, buy a drink, a sandwich, in fact I am willing to buy this whole petrol station…” I felt a squirt of pee escape and trickle down my leg, followed by another, “PLEASE! I’m wetting myself, please, please give me the key and I PROMISE I will buy something afterwards, my purse is in the car and I can’t walk, I’m honestly wetting myself talking to you! PLEASE, oh God, PLEEEASE!” I begged, staring him in the eye in sheer desperation.

“Okay, you promise though!?” he enquired “Because I’m not supposed to do this!” I nodded, I was now looking as though I was sitting on an invisible chair, squatted down with my legs crossed and trying everything to stop the squirts escape, I doubted I could even walk to the toilet… “Could you unlock it for me?” I enquired, “I can’t hold it!” I added desperately, “I can’t, I’m not allowed to leave the counter” he replied. I grabbed the key and quickly limped across the shop, frantically wriggling and bouncing to try and stop the flow, finally I managed to co-ordinate myself and get the key into the lock, struggling and fumbling as I groaned in desperation. Finally it opened, I flung open the door and quickly pulled it closed behind me, twisting the lock as I tore down my skirt and threw myself onto the toilet.

Oh… My… Word, it felt amazing! I had needed it so badly, it was coming out with such speed that it hissed and splashed, unfortunately I hadn’t had time to take down my tights or knickers so was soaking them but at that moment I couldn’t care less! I peed for what seemed like forever, my bladder hurt, I don’t mean that it ached from the stretching, it actually hurt, as though I had injured it in some way. Finally, after some time I was empty, the pain in my bladder subsided slightly and I enjoyed a moment of deep breathing before peeling off my soaked tights and knickers and rolling them into a ball and placing them in the bin. I washed my hands and splashed my hot face, then wet a paper towel and cleaned the trickles of pee from my legs before pulling on my skirt and exiting the toilet. As promised I bought myself a drink, filled my tank with petrol and headed off to my meeting.

An few hours later we had our first break in the meeting, a woman I knew fairly well came over to me “Do you know who the black Audi belongs to that is parked right outside?” she asked, it was mine, however I don’t normally drive a black Audi as I was using a company car so had completely forgotten that it was mine and so replied that I didn’t, and asked why. “Well…” she said, and leaned in closer to me as if she was about to share a secret “Just as the sun was coming up this morning, I looked out of my hotel window and saw that car parked in the car park. I couldn’t see the person’s face due to the angle of the car in relation to my window but I could clearly see that the lady in the driver’s seat was…” she paused again, lowered her voice and looked around to make sure nobody was nearby, “… masturbating!” she said in a hushed tone. Before I had chance to respond she continued “There was no doubt that was what she was doing, I could clearly see her with one, and then both hands down her skirt! She kept rocking her hips back and forth and throwing her head back in pleasure, she was obviously enjoying it! I just have no idea why you’d do it so publicly! At one point she even threw open the car door and I could hear her moaning through my open window, then she got her phone out and was texting, no doubt her husband or lover telling him what she was up to! Then she just drove off, still with one hand down her skirt finishing herself off!” I sipped at my tea, taking a longer time than usual, not sure what to say…

“Well, that’s an interesting start to your morning then!” was all I could think of, “Absolutely!” she replied, “That’s why I wanted to know who it was, she’s obviously got more guts than me, I wanted to shake her hand… Assuming that she’s washed it of course! I wish I had the guts to blow off steam like that before a meeting” she laughed. I went red faced and hot all over, partly with embarrassment and partly through sheer thrill and excitement. “I’ve a good mind to wait around after the meeting, see who she is… What do you reckon?” she added, my heart sunk “Well, when I got here this morning that car was already here so I think it belongs to one of the people who work here, you may be waiting a long time!” I lied. “Ahh well, it’s worth a try, I will wait til we’ve all left at least, I’m so curious!” she chuckled before heading off to talk to someone else.

I didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed, part of me wanted to head proudly to my car at the end of the meeting, however the more sensible side of me hung back for a good half hour to make sure everyone had gone before venturing out… If only she knew what was really happening in that car, that I wasn’t really ‘Blowing off steam’ but actually ‘Holding in liquids!’