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  1. Emily is an attractive 42 years old bank office attendant. She has been divorced for several years and now she is living alone with his teenage son. Being a beautiful woman, she does not lack male attention. She looks very attractive blonde with slender body. The last love affair she had for several months was a little more special. She has a relationship with a man 14 years younger. Tom is 28 years old single man, who liked her very much. He works for a company that has close business contacts to the bank where Emily works for. Their friendship began as simple coffee meetings in the office. Soon Emily and Tom got closer and their business relationship grew into an intimate one. Of course, most of people believed, their love affair has no future, but they don’t care about it and enjoy every moment together. Tom is very proud of her. She always looks smart and well-dressed lady, mostly in office suits, which was related to her job at the bank. That's exactly how Tom likes her. He is always fascinated when he meets her sitting in the office, with a tight business skirt that is clinging to her thighs, revealing her nice knees and legs with pantyhose on. She looks much sexier than much younger girls. That evening Emily and Tom decided to spend a time with friends in a pub. The evening passed in sweet talks, nice food and beer. They had planned to continue afterwards alone in Tom's apartment and Emily was dressed quite attractively. She was wearing, a short red coat, a tight white sweater and black mini skirt. Tom was really impressed with her appearance, especially looking her sexy beautiful legs in beige pantyhose, high heels and her sexy butt in cool tight mini skirt. Her skirt had a small discreet slit at the back that opened with each step, which Tom found it irresistibly sexy. As they were sitting in the pub he frequently glanced under the table to enjoy her bare legs and thinking about the afterwards. Most of the time Emily was sitting with crossed legs, which had shortened her skirt even more, revealing more of her bear thighs. After only two small beers and more than two hours of chatting, Emily began to sit slightly restless in her seat. It has not gone unnoticed by Tom. He had already observed her “need to pee” body language. These subtle movements were well known and were quite arousing to him. As a smart mature woman, Emily always tried to look decent and preserve her modesty. She has a tendency to put off the visit to the toilet. In front of other people she doesn’t like to admit when she need to go and usually prefers to hold. Emily had no idea how aroused Tom was as he watched her holding herself. The evening went on and they were decided to drink another beer before left. Emily also ordered another small one. At this time Emily got more restless on her seat. She tried to hold back as discreetly as possible, but it was quite obvious for Tom, who could see very clearly how her thighs were constantly swaying. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs quite often, making her short skirt slide higher. From time to time she pulled her skirt back down. Otherwise it would rise to her butt. They were in the middle of some interesting conversation, when Emily suddenly interrupted and said with an apologetic smile “Please, wait mе a minute. I’m coming back now”. She quickly stood up and hurried to the restrooms. Tom looked carefully how Emily rushed and secretly thinking what a powerful stream she was producing now, after two small beers and several hours without going to the toilets. Some minutes later Emily came back, seemed much calmer and relieved. A little bit later, their friends decided to continue the night at the music club. Emily and Tom joined to the others. The club was pretty full that night. There were only few free seats at high stools. Emily chose not to sit, mostly because of her mini skirt. They enjoyed the music, the cocktails and had fun a lot. The mood was rising. After a while, Emily without saying anything, took her purse and headed for the restrooms. Very soon, however, she came back telling Tom that there was a long queue and she had to wait a long time. Tom asked her discreetly if she badly had to pee and she answered that still it was not very urgent. She continued to dance and have fun without showing any anxiety for some time. A little bit later she decided to sit on an empty high chair. She climbing very carefully and quickly crossing her legs, so that nothing could be seen under her skirt. As a smart looking lady, she always pays attention and tries her best not to be upskirted. Tom was standing in front of her, and unlike the others, he had the privilege of peeking at the gap between her legs and stretched skirt. What an amazing view was revealed in the moments she uncrossing and crossing her legs. Tom caught the white triangle of her panties with pantyhose on. His excitement was heightened by the fact that she had to pee and he was thinking about what a pressure was hidden beneath her underwear. As time went on, she began to sway slightly in the chair, as if in rhythm with the music. Not long after she stood up and briskly walked to the toilets again. Tom stared at her back, enjoying how her lovely bum jiggling in her tight mini skirt. A minute later she was walking back again, obviously without being use the toilet. Tom noticed her displeased look, and before he could ask her, Emily whispered to him „Something went wrong in the toilet. There are crowd of people in front and I can’t go inside. Would you like to leave now, I really have to pee?“. Tom didn't seem to want to leave yet, but realizing the reason, he agreed immediately. Тhey said goodbye to others and left the club. Outside the club they looked for a taxi, but there was no one in sight. The cold night air increased her need to pee even more. She began to squirm, twisted her legs and begged Tom to walk away, so she couldn’t stay still and didn’t want to be watched by people in front of the club. They were walking down the street, while Tom was trying to call a taxi by phone. A little bit further, they stopped by a corner to explain the location of the taxi operator. Talking on the phone, Tom noticed that Emily couldn’t stay still. She was clenching her legs together and began bouncing up and down. It was quite visible, that she was in serious discomfort. Тhe taxi had to come in 10 minutes, during which time Emily was walking around in a circle, as well as at times she stood with tightly crossed legs and squatted slightly. Fortunately it was dark and there were no passersby, so she openly holding herself in front of Tom and admitted how badly she had to pee. Tom enjoyed the casual spectacle of pee dancing that Emily was giving him. At the same time, he realized that they had at least another 20 minutes to get home. He watched how desperate she was and wondered about what she was going to do. A few minutes passed, the taxi still didn't come and Emily moaned again that she really had to pee and nervously asked when the taxi would come. Tom thought about to ask her to squat somewhere, seeing how desperate she was. He was always dreamed to see her pee, but knew her well enough that she was too shy to do it. Especially on the street in that open area. After all, Emily is a mature woman with her age-specific moral restraints. She couldn't afford to act like a teenage girl, to pee on the streets. A mature woman should be able to hold, regardless how urgently she had to pee. However, now she looked more and more like a little girl who would wee herself at any moment. She got more desperate with each passing moment and Tom was really worried that she might pee herself if she didn’t go somewhere. In one moment, without saying anything she walked a bit further down the street and looked for something. Tom immediately realized that she was looking for a secluded spot and asked her “Why don't you squat somewhere? It's dark, no one will see you. You can hide between cars”. She told him she couldn't do it between cars, but if she found a more discreet place she would pee there. She added that she could barely hold it. Tom instantly shivered with excitement, just thinking that she had agreed to squat outdoor. I’m going to watch her pee, he thought and began intensively looking for a suitable place. Unfortunately, they could not see any secluded and discreet spot nearby. They couldn't walk far off, because the taxi would come at any moment, so Emily preferred to hold back, assuring Tom that sitting in the taxi would make her feel much better and she will able to hold. Soon the taxi arrived. They sat on the back seat, close to each other. Emily crossed and firmly pressed her legs together. She clenched her bladder shut as best she could, trying not to show any sign of desperation in front of the driver. She managed to stand motionless and looked still for the first few minutes. Soon, however, she began to squirming about on the seat. On the half-way she began rubbing her thighs and knocking her knees together. Tom slid his hand on her thigh, feeling her sheer pantyhose and sensing every twitch she did. He was focused on her knees and thighs, followed each subtle movement and thought about the moment they got out of the taxi. They need to get to Tom's apartment as fast as they can, because it seemed that Emily was close to an accident. As they approached the destination, all of a sudden Emily whispered Tom, asking him to get off here and continued on foot. Tom realized what Emily was mean and immediately told the driver to stop. Emily jumped out and walked back down the street. Tom paid quickly and followed her. She was standing back on the sidewalk, clenching her legs tightly and looking worried. “I’m sorry, I gotta pee now, I really can’t hold it anymore.” – she admitted. “Don't worry, no one will see you in the dark” – Tom encouraged and led her out to the nearest small street. There was no one around at this late hour. The silence of the night was pierced by the rapid click clack sound of Emily’s heels. She walked fast and focused, looking around for some dark corner where she could squat. She moaned she was going to pee herself. Tom was also looking for some dark corner or bush, where Emily could hide to pee. After a minute she told him, that if she couldn’t find any spot soon she just let it go in her panties. Tom was thinking about the upcoming sighting, really turned on, but at the same time worried about her. Emily was almost running for the last meters. She was pressing her fists in the crotch, didn’t care about her modest. There were only private houses and parked cars around, without any bush or any secluded corner in the sight. Suddenly she stopped on the sidewalk and doubled over, grimaced strangely, moaning she was going to pee herself. She was pressing her crotch as hard as she could through the tight skirt. Seeing that, Tom urged her to squat quickly between cars, assuring her that no one would see her. Emily said nothing and just looking around. She was staying in that way for some seconds in a half squat posture, frozen, obviously waiting to regain control of her bladder. Seeing there was no one, she suddenly run across the street headed quickly to the nearest parked cars. Entering between two parked cars, she began to hoist her skirt. Tom stared at her back closely. The small slit on her mini skirt was opened wide as she pulled her skirt up, revealing her white panties, when a trickle of pee was coming out, leaving wet trails on the asphalt. In the next moment the bottom part of her panties and pantyhose turned darker and the pee spurted and coming down her thighs, soaking her pantyhose in all direction. Emily yanked her pantyhose along with panties, already peeing through them. Once she was squatted down, she let a stream of pee with full powerful! It escaped with such a force, making a loud hissing sound. Emily was finally peeing! Within seconds, a huge puddle was formed beneath her and a river of urine was flowing down the street. Tom was staying next to her and kept watching, didn’t believe on his eyes. What an amazing sight was to see how a mature sexy woman pee. The way she was doing that looked so natural and so sexy. She was squatting very low, her bare ass almost touching the asphalt. Her skirt was bunched at the waist. The pantyhose with panties were stretched at her thighs. While she was peeing she checked how much were soaked and said quietly “Wet myself…”. „Don’t worry. Soon you’ll be clean at home …” – Tom reassured her. For a long time the stream didn’t decrease. Tom looked around periodically for no one to come, but most of the time was focused on the process. Fortunately no one was visible around and Emily was able to do her work to the end. She did a few long dribbles and wiped herself. Then she quickly pulled up her panties and pantyhose as they were wet. On the inside of the thighs there were clearly visible two massive wet stripes. She adjusted her mini skirt as low as she could, but the wet stripes on her legs were visible, reaching the knees. In spite of everything, she seemed pleased and relieved. They had to walk by foot to Tom’s apartment, keeping distance from passersby and walking only on inner and dark streets. The wet stripes on the pantyhose were visible beneath the skirt at close distance, but it was dark and they didn’t meet anyone on the way. Emily muttered about how wet her underwear was. She felt embarrassed, but still didn't realize how excited Tom had been from her accident. Once they entered in Tom’s apartment, he immediately grabbed Emily and didn’t let her go to the bathroom. He couldn't wait to look closely at the light her accident. Emily tried to stop at first, but let him to lift her skirt. He starred at the amazing soaked panties and peed pantyhose and was so much excited. Even the smell of urine he liked. He started rubbing her pussy trough her wet underwear, which seemed Emily also liked. Then she went into the bathroom to clean herself. After a while, she appeared in front of Tom, in the same skirt but in different pantyhose. Fortunately, she had a spare one in the purse. But only spare pantyhose she had. She wore it naked, without panties. Тhey started talking about the Emily’s accident. Emily already felt that this had aroused him greatly. “Did you like it, how I pee?”- Emily asked him surprisingly. „To be honest, yes“ – Tom confessed shyly, then added “It’s really turned me on!” “I noticed this. Even when I started to holding myself, you looked aroused. Right?” “Yes, that's right. You look very sexy and I always get aroused when you desperately have to pee...” “Really?... You should see me sometime just before I finish work” “I’ve seen you and I can assure you look incredibly cool and sexy.” They paused for a while then Tom continued: “May I ask you, did you have other pee accidents?” She smiled sweetly at him and paused briefly before continuing. “Yes. Sometimes it happens … small accidents, a few dribbles just before I could take my panties down” – she confessed with an embarrassed look. She also told him about several other cases in which she happened to pee outside, when she was also close to an accident. They didn’t want to waste a time in more talking. Needless to say, that their night ended with an amazing sex.
  2. The events of this story are mostly true. However, some parts are garnished with additional detail for the purpose of storytelling. There will be several parts to this story. Karen is a 44-year-old mum of two sons, is happily married and lives in the north of Germany. She has blonde curly hair, is an avid tennis player and teaches biology and chemistry at a local high school in Germany. Her oldest son David attends university and during his business studies he spent a semester abroad in New York City. Karen still gets the shivers when she thinks about the first days of visiting her oldest son David in New York about a year ago... Part 1 Karen arrived at JFK Airport around noon after an 8-hour-flight from Munich that day. Taking an Uber to her son's East village flat, she could finally embrace her oldest one again. She was very proud of him, especially of the fact how well he did with his studies and that he had become such an independent young man at the age of only 21 years. Karen herself stems from a tiny village in southern Germany, had a modest upbringing and as she got pregnant for the first time at the age of 23, just when she was about to finish her biology and chemistry studies, she had never spent any longer time abroad. Even for a German native, her English was mediocre at best. Although Karen was a little tired from the flight, she did not want to waste any time discovering the city with her son as she had never been to New York. The first impression she received on the Uber from JFK to Manhattan had already fascinated her. Her son had rented a room in a small flat in the heart of the East Village. His roommate was an American student from Chicago who was the same age and also attended university nearby. The flat had two rooms, a small kitchen area with a table and one bathroom right next to the kitchen. Karen had to share a bed with her grown-up son, something she probably had not done since he was a toddler. She had thought about booking a hotel room nearby, but as soon as she saw how much she would have to spend, she asked her son if she could sleep in the flat as well. Her son was not too happy at first to share a bed with his mum, but as the bed was just big enough for the two of them and as there was not even space on the floor for a spare mattress, he agreed. She would only visit for five nights anyway. After having walked around the East Village for most of the afternoon, Karen, David and his roommate Chris got ready for the evening. Chris wanted to meet some friends of his at a brewery in Brooklyn and had suggested to David and his mum that they could come along. All three then took the subway to Brooklyn where they met Chris's friends in front of the brewery. Karen is generally not a huge fan of beer, but as everybody had some and there were differents sorts of beer to taste, she joined in. After the third small beer and some food, she actually started liking it and, to be honest, it made it a little easier for her to converse in English. At first, she did not understand much of what Chris and his friends were saying, but once she got a little used to their accents, it became easier and easier. She was of the opinion that she understood English quite well, anyway, just speaking it was quite a hassle for her. After about two hours, the plan was to move downstairs, where the brewery had a little stage. A monthly comedy event was on today. Some local comedians where about to hit the stage to entertain the audience for the next two hours. They were rather early, so they got seats in the second row almost right in front of the stage. The room did not have any chairs, but wooden benches which were lined up in twelve rows to the left and right of the stage in order to accomodate around 200 people. When the first comedian had hit the stage just after 9pm, Karen felt a little twinge in her bladder and got the feeling that the last beer was making its way down and that she probably should have used the toilet again before the show started. But as a high school teacher she was used to hold her urine for quite some time if necessary. I mean, what choice do you have, if you have to teach and watch some pubescent teens for the next two hours and you have to pee? Hold it and do not complain, exactly. Each comedian, some also as duos had about 15 minutes for his/her performance and they were actually really good. Karen enjoyed herself even though she only understood less than 50 % of their jokes. Her son David reassured her later that he also did not understand everything, so she did not feel bad about her English skills. After about an hour, the show took a little break. One of Chris's friends, a girl named Dana started talking to Karen and enquired about where she is from, what her plans where in NYC, etc. etc. Dana then also told Karen that her mum is originally from Germany as well, but Dana herself does not really speak the language as she grew up in the States. Karen actually wanted to use the break to use the bathroom, but as she saw from her seat that there was a long line of ladies waiting already and as she enjoyed the conversation with Dana, she decided to wait. Chris then even brought Karen another small beer, which she did not even want, but as she did not want to be impolite, she drank most of it anyway. The show then went on, but after about 15 minutes, Karen really regretted not having used the toilet during the break. She never really had any problems holding her urine, even after having two kids, but that last beer during the break sent her bladder in overdrive. Sitting tight on a wooden bench between her son to her left and Chris to her right, Karen was getting really uncomfortable. She tried to press her knees together and focus on the comedy. But after another five minutes she could not even sit still anymore. Karen tried to cross her legs as discreetely as possible, but as Karen's left hip and leg was touching her son to her left and her right hip and leg was touching David's roommate Chris, she could only be as discreet. Another five minutes past, she could no longer concentrate on the comedy show at all and she started thinking about her options. Actually, there were not many options. She was sitting in the middle of a bench between her son and his friends only a few feet away from the stage where the comedy took place. The bathrooms were on the far left of the room. Some people would have to get up and everybody in the room would see that she had to get up and go to the toilet. Karen knew that the comedy will not go on forever, maybe another half an hour, so she tried to hold on as best as she could. She tried to think of something else and get her mind back to what was happening on the stage. But holding her pee was getting more difficult by the second. She had to move positions every minute and wriggle and move her leg even if she tried to sit still. It was getting embarassing. The people around her would notice that something is not okay. David had already noticed his mum somehow getting antsy and uncomfortable. At first he thought it is only her sitting position, but as she changed her position and started moving her legs, he realized that she most likely needs a bathroom quite bad. It would not be surprising after all that beer. Still, David did not say anything, his mum was a grown adult after all and could certainly hold it until the end of the show. Karen tried her best not to attract any more attention. But the waves from her bladder were getting worse. She was extremely desperate to pee now and knew that if she stood up, her desperation would most likely increase even more. She then might have to cross her legs immediately or even hold herself, which she could, of course, not do in front of the whole audience. That was her dilemma. She knew that she should really go to the bathroom asap, but she was already beyond the point where she could get up and go to the bathroom as relaxed as she should. But as the next wave hit her, she really had to hold her breath and press her knees together as hard as she could. Her head then told her that she has no choice but to to head to the toilet. Once she felt a little better, she grabbed her handbag, whispered to her son "Ich geh mal kurz aufs Klo (I'll quickly go to the bathroom)" and got up. Chris and her friends had to move their feet or also get up a little in order to let her through which, of course, created some attention, especially right in front of the stage. The two comedians on stage, two Asian-Americans from Boston in their late twenties, saw that Karen got up and as their were just in their routine of making jokes about cultural differences, they grabbed the opportunity to call Karen on stage ("Ma'am, oh, you want to join us on the stage!?"). Karen was only focused on not stumbling while getting out of her row and heading to the toilet as relaxed as possible, so she did not even hear the comedians addressing her. But everybody else in the audience of course did. Dana then grabbed Karen by her arm just as she passed her and drew her attention to the comedians. David's mother did not understand at first, but she turned around and saw the two comedians giving her an inviting look. Dana then gave her another little push towards the stage. Just at this moment, probably from the shock of the whole situation, Karen's muscles gave out for a split second and a spurt of urine escaped into her panties. She did not realize it at first, but her whole body was now filled with adrenaline from the shock, so she just got up on the small stage. The two comedians asked her for her name and immediately realized that she was not from the States, which was a blessing to their routine of making jokes about cultural differences. When they found out that she is German they started one joke after the other and the audience was very amused. Karen, on the other hand, was beet red in the face due to her embarassement and tried to smile and laugh although she did not understand everything. She unconsciously had her right hand pressed into her right jeans pocket and her legs crossed. She had no time to think about it, but the spurt of pee was not yet visible on her tight jeans. When they asked her a question, she could not really answer for a lack of English vocabulary. They then reasoned that she just wanted to get up and leave as their comedy was so bad. The audience roared with laughter. In the end, they told somebody to take a picture of them with Karen in the middle as they wanted to have proof that "Germans can also smile" for once. Karen then got released from stage with a huge round of applause. Not thinking straight with the rush of adrenaline, Karen went back to her seat on the bench instead of the bathroom. Right now, all seemed very surreal for her. Only after a few minutes she calmed down a little and realized that she felt a little wet in her crotch and that some urine must have really slipped out. She felt even more embarrassed now, but right then she did not feel like she had to go to the bathroom anymore. The comedy show then went on for about 20 more minutes with one last comedian. Just before the end of the show, when the adrenaline rush slowly faded in Karen's body, her need to pee came back. But with even more force than before. While everybody applauded the last comedian, she suddenly felt light-headed and for a few seconds really thought her bladder would give up and she would full on pee in her jeans right then and there on the bench. Lucky for her, it did not happen. Instead everybody got up and started talking about the show while Karen tried to collect herself and get up without attracting any attention. She then told her son again that she would go to the toilet. Dana wanted to join her and the others said they would wait outside for them. As the bathrooms were in the back of the room, there was again a queue once Dana and Karen reached the ladies' room. Dana talked to Karen most of the time which distracted her a little, but generally 100 % of her attention were directed to her bladder as she had to try her best to stand still and not do a full-on pee dance in front of Dana and the other women waiting. The queue was actually moving quite fast and they soon got closer to the entrance of the toilet. Suddenly Karen got hit by such a wave that she knew even before it happened that she would not be able to stem the flow anymore. She tried her hardest to cross her legs as hard as she could, but she could feel a wave of warm fluid escaping into her crotch. Her only option was to stop the flow by quickly grabbing her crotch with her right hand, but she could already feel some wetness on her jeans. Karen was beyond embarassed and their was no hiding her predicament in front of Dana. The latter realized that this German woman must be really bursting and said: "Don't worry, Karen, I'm also really really desperate to pee." The only thing was that Dana was rather telling herself that she was "really really desperate", but probably not even half as bad as Karen. And Dana is 20 years younger. At least it was dark so that nobody could see that Karen had actually started to pee in her clothes... Karen then reached a toilet and had one of the best reliefs of her life. But the happiness of the relief quickly faded when she surveyed the damage on her clothes. Luckily she wore a thin pantyliner for the flight although she almost never does. But that pantyliner might have saved her dignity in front of her son and his friends although it was now totally soaked. The same was true for her black comfy panties that she decided to wear for the journey. She had to throw the pantyliner away and take her panties off. Luckily her jeans only had a spot about the size of a small plate in the crotch area. If she keeps her legs closely together, nobody should be the wiser. Karen then put her wet panties in her handbag, pulled up her jeans and left the the bathroom. Chris and his friends wanted to move on and go to another bar, but Karen still felt deeply embarassed as well as insecure in her slightly wet jeans without any panties. The jetlag now also kicked in and she therefore asked her son David to rather go home...
  3. Margaret laid her empty mug on the coffee table and wrapped up warm to de-ice her car. For the second time this year she faced her final day of work before lockdown and she needed to make it count. Government support was better than nothing but didn’t fully compensate for all she could be making as a busy driving instructor. She’d changed career late in life after the kids had grown up and her beloved husband had died. Driving had always been her escape but she hadn’t realised how much it would help her overcome the horrendous loneliness that had overwhelmed her so often. The thought of another few months in lockdown was depressing but there was nothing she could do about it. Scraping ice off her windows she looked forward to at least getting some company in her own car for a while. She just hoped the roads would be gritted as some of her clients today were definitely not confident to drive on slippery surfaces. Wondering if she should pop back into the house for one final toilet trip she decided time wasn’t on her side and she wasn’t really needing yet anyway. By the end of her first lesson she was already wondering if that was a good choice since the mug of tea was certainly making its presence known in her body. By the end of the second lesson at 11:15 she was already thinking where might be open on route to the next client’s house. Finding nowhere easily accessible so plodded on and picked up Mrs Clappington. As always she was full of news of the village and political rants and before she knew it Margaret was dropping her back home an hour later having at least got her to stop talking long enough to learn how to reverse around a corner successfully. By now Margaret always scheduled a break where she headed home for a warm cuppa and a quick sandwich for lunch but with this being the last day (again) before lockdown she was far too busy to stop. She did at least manage to open a bottle of water and drink some to help keep her going. As she screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle in the door storage Margaret shifted in her seat as her bladder reminded her it needed emptied. Checking her diary Margaret smiled at the realisation she was due to pick up Samuel next for a double lesson. One of her favourite current clients he was a lovely older man just a few years younger than herself who had decided learning to drive would make seeing his son only at university easier. Like her he admitted one day that lockdown had been hard for him living alone. That wasn’t the only thing they had in common either as both were more on the larger side too, both had older grown up children and when the radio played quietly one day ‘Bridge over troubled water’ by Simon and Garfunkel and Samuel hummed along Margaret couldn’t help but smile. The only awkward thing today was that all the usual places Margaret could stop at for a quick toilet break were all closed. The library was a common one but it hadn’t reopened since the first lockdown. The petrol station she already knew no longer allowed customers to use their bathroom because of the virus and her final thought, the big supermarket, had a long socially distanced queue just to get in. As she pulled up and parked outside Samuel’s a fleeting thought passed through Margaret’s mind. Maybe she could ask Samuel if she could use his bathroom? Quickly dismissing that as far too forward she tooted her horn and squeezed her muscles as she waited on Samuel coming out to the car. ‘Hi, you suit that dress! How are you doing?’ Margaret smiled as Sam climbed into the drivers seat. Pushing her flowery dress down over her knees she replied, ‘Oh thanks. I’ve had this one for many years but decided since it was my last day today it would be nice to wear a dress for once. I’m fine. What about you? When you are ready and you feel it’s safe if you want to pull out and turn left at the first junction please.’ Watching Samuel adjust the seat, check his mirrors, signal, and slowly manoeuvre the car out, Margaret wriggled on the seat beside him as he casually replied that he was well. As he concentrated on driving Margaret watched him closely whilst crossing her legs at her ankles and tensing her upper leg muscles, thankful he didn’t require her to use the duel controls. She hoped Samuel would understand but she intended on taking him a tour of anywhere she could think that might have a toilet she could use, even if that meant having to drive past her own house, which she never ever revealed to clients for her own safety. As Samuel hesitantly turned left Margaret wriggled more and leaned forwards. Hoping he didn’t notice anything wrong she took a breath then gave him his next instruction. ‘Carry on straight until the next roundabout. I want you to bear in mind that there could be black ice and remember all the hazards we spoke about previously: pedestrians, cyclists, animals and other unexpected hazards. You are doing great though. Well done.’ ‘Next stop’, she thought to herself, is the big retail park with the huge Tesco. I’ll say we are practicing parking then run in and use the toilets. Samuel drove steadily and carefully as Margaret continued to direct him to the retail park as she wriggled more in her chair, hoping Samuel couldn’t see. ‘If you could take the first left at the roundabout please Samuel.’ ‘Into the retail park?’ ‘Emmm. Yes. I thought it would be good practice to try parking today.’ Samuel indicated but seemed hesitant and nervous which only served to increase Margaret’s desire to find a bathroom. Trying to remain calm, patient, and professional she smiled, encouraged him and spoke gently. ‘Watch the roundabout carefully. Remember what we talked about at previous roundabouts. Look for a safe gap and pay attention to all the vehicles as they move around and indicate. If one vehicle indicates to come off at the junction you are on then you know they will block the others coming on and you can go. Look see how that just happened with that red van? Don’t be hurried and only go when you feel confident.’ Inside Margaret longed to take over, even considering utilising the duel controls but she knew this would panic Samuel and that was the last thing she wanted to do. Leaning forward again she tapped a leg in frustration and desperation as Samuel finally found the courage to enter the roundabout and take the turning for the park. As he followed the road around, stalling twice at speed bumps because he’d never done them before, Margaret wanted to cry. Not only would it take Samuel an age to park the car but she could already see as they drove nearer the entrance that Tesco had a long queue outside due to restrictions too. Sighing she bounced in her seat and tried to think where else might have a loo she could use. Forgetting Samuel didn’t know where to go she was surprised to see him indicate and turn down a dead end lane in the car park. ‘Where are you going Samuel?’ ‘I was looking for a space to park in. You said I was to try parking.’ Not wanting to say she had forgotten she turned in her seat to help hold her bladder and looked around. ‘If you head up to the end of the row Samual where there’s more empty spaces then try driving into one. I’ll keep you right.’ It took Samuel three pain staking agonising attempts to park between the lines, by which time Margaret was sweating and very antsy. Finding herself getting uncharacteristically grumpy with a very uncomfortably full bladder Margaret finally directed Samuel to reverse out the space and head back to the roundabout as she realised there was a Costa Coffee close by and she could run and use the bathrooms there. She had to be extra patient as Samuel lost his nerve once again at the roundabout and stalled the car just as he could have gone, much to Margaret’s annoyance. As she sighed audibly Samual seemed to sense something was wrong. ‘Sorry. I’m so nervous today and I keep making mistakes. Are you angry with me?’ ‘No. No. It’s not you Samuel. It’s just...it’s just the traffic seems heavier than I anticipated and I shouldn’t have brought you out this way quite so soon. You are doing so well though. I tell you what, let’s pull in at the coffee place along here and take a minute to talk about how you are doing. How does that sound?’ ‘Ok’ ‘Take the first exit here. Then at the next roundabout it’s straight ahead. You think you can manage that? Remember left lane for straight ahead and wait until you feel ready.’ Margaret glanced at the road and then Samuel, who was concentrating hard. Bunching up her dress she made a fist with her hand and pressed between her legs hoping he wouldn’t see. She desperately needed him to get her to the coffee shop before her bladder burst. Tapping her flat black shoes on the car floor she fidgeted as Samuel drove. Finally he pulled into the drive through and she sensed his anxiety once again. ‘Do you want me to try parking again?’ ‘Yes please. Make sure you have plenty of space, turn wide and drive slowly in, like we just practiced at Tesco.’ Samuel passed three available spaces near the door and headed right to the furthest away part of the car park where there were more free spaces. While Margaret knew this was sensible her bladder ached and she wished Samuel could have been much nearer the shop. Finally he pulled in and put the car in neutral, though he wasn’t straight or far enough forwards. ‘Turn off the engine would you please Samuel. Thanks.’ Opening her door Margaret noticed the front wheel was over the yellow line but as an urgent wave of need hit her she had to grab between her legs as she faced away from Samuel. ‘You are errr, not very straight Samuel but if you would just excuse me for a moment I’ll be right back!’ Closing the door Margaret walked briskly towards the entrance, grimacing in desperation. Pushing the front door and finding it locked she wanted to cry. Then seeing a note on the door she signed and gasped. ‘Drive through only due to current Covid restrictions. Thank you for your understanding.’ Racing back to the car Margaret wished she was alone and not with a client, especially Samuel. Climbing back in Samuel looked her right in the eye. ‘Is everything ok?’ ‘Yes....actually no. Can I reschedule your lesson until after lockdown? It’s just that something very urgent has come up and I need to head home. I won’t charge you for this lesson. Is that ok?’ ‘Are you ok Margaret? Nothing serious has happened has it?’ ‘Not yet but it will very very soon. Do you know the way from here back to your house or do you need me to direct? I am very sorry about this. It’s an emergency unfortunately.’ Despondently Samuel replied, ‘I know the way.’ Unable to sit still at all, but trying nonetheless, Margaret wriggled and bounced as her face reddened. Samuel started the car again, slowly reversed out the parking bay and headed back out to the main road. Sitting at a red traffic light he looked over at Margaret who had one knee bent inwards and a hand rubbing her thigh. ‘I’m a good listener if you need someone to talk to.’ Margaret moaned before replying. ‘I know. It’s just a very private matter. You know, personal.’ ‘I understand’ Ten frantic minutes later Samuel parked outside his home and turned the engine off. Undoing his seatbelt he looked over at Margaret who hadn’t spoken since the traffic lights as she now sat very awkwardly with her thighs tight together and leaning forwards. Samuel thought how beautiful she looked again in her floral dress, her fuller curvy figure the very type he enjoyed. Sensing her tension he rested a hand on her upper leg as he said goodbye. ‘I’ve never seen you like this Margaret. I hope you’ll be ok.’ Flushed, beyond desperate and feeling dribbles in her underpants, Margaret gasped and pressed a fist in her crotch. Muttering to herself, forgetting how close Samuel was, she finally let her guard down. ‘Once I finally get to pee I’ll be fine. I can’t hold this any more. I really can’t.’ ‘Oh Margaret! Why ever didn’t you say! Come into mine for goodness sake and use my toilet! Was that why you rushed out at the coffee place?’ Nodding embarrassingly with both fists now between her legs and rocking on the seat pressing against her hands Margaret muttered breathlessly. ‘Yes. Yes it was. Sane at Tesco. I was bursting before I even picked you up!’ Racing around to the passenger side Samuel opened the passenger door and put his hand out to help his driving instructor out. But as Margaret stood up, and before Samuel could even close her door, a loud whoosh caused them both to look right at each other. With tearful eyes Margaret sucked her upper lip. Urine rolled out between Margaret’s legs dampening her flowery dress and soaking her nude tights. A large steaming puddle formed on the cold car park as Margaret stood still peeing. Samuel stood open mouthed, his hand still holding Margaret’s arm where he had helped her stand up. ‘Gosh you sure needed that!’ Margaret nodded silently while Samuel looked at his watch. Quietly he whispered to Margaret, ‘I know we’re not meant to have others come into our house but I reckon this is an emergency. My lesson has another hour and 15 minutes to go. I can wash and dry your clothes for you if you want to come in?’ ‘Yes please.’ ‘Woukd you like a cuppa while you wait?’ ‘That sound amazing. Thank you.’
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  9. Too shy to ask Jean really wanted to go on holiday but there was one thing stopping her: her boss wouldn’t let her go unless she found someone else to cover her shifts for the week she was away. Jean called her sister begging her to help, knowing she had regularly worked the bar at their dad’s pub in her twenties and early thirties before she married Jeff. Sure she’d now been married nearly twenty years but a pint was a pint and once a barmaid always a barmaid surely? Jeff answered and Jean made small talk first before asking to speak to Janis. She mentioned how much her holiday meant to her, how seeing her grandchildren was so important with another new baby just born and how frustrating it was that Gary was insisting she found cover herself. She reminisced about the ‘good old days’ working at dad’s pub and the many regulars they both remembered. Janis seemed happy and relaxed and Jean went in for the kill. ‘Please please Janis. It’s only a week and the money will really help you out. You’ll love it and I bet you anything the regulars love you! Please do it for me?’ Caught up in the moment Janis agreed and early Monday evening she put on her jeans and a low cut top, showing off her figure that for a woman in her mid fifties was still in incredible shape . Jeff whistled as she said goodbye and jokingly told her to behave. ‘As if I’d do anything else!’ Janis joked back as she headed out and walked the half mile to the local pub where her sister had been the barmaid for 8 years. Gary was grateful for the shift being covered and quickly showed Janis how everything worked. As she was unfamiliar with the till he suggested he take payments and she serve. Janis was fine with this as, unlike her sister, she was less outgoing, more shy and not confident with new things at all. Twenty years as a stay at home wife and mother had limited her life experience but she was glad to have an opportunity to prove herself again. The bar quickly picked up and Janis quietly but diligently worked away. Gary watched her working from a distance pleased with her standard of work and happy to have someone who seemed sensible and capable even if somewhat quiet. As the building warmed up with more customers Gary poured a glass of lemonade and walked along the bar to Janis. ‘Here! It’s just lemonade but it’s warm tonight. I should have said help yourself to any of the draft drinks or water as much as you like. It does get very hot at times I’m afraid.’ Janis took the drink gratefully and within minutes the glass was empty. She added it to the empty glasses at the bar and took the tray of them through to the kitchen. As the bar was less busy she walked round the pub and collected in many other empty glasses and took those through to be washed too. Then, seeing a queue forming around Gary, she slipped back behind the bar silently and served more customers. As the evening went on Janis found time passing quickly. She took Gary at his word and after the lemonade she consumed a glass of iced water and then another glass of lemonade. By early evening she was wondering if she might get a break at all. She hadn’t thought to ask her sister about stuff like that and she certainly wasn’t going to interrupt Gary who was chatting away to a regular customer whilst still serving others. Janis decided she’d wait until the pub quietened down even though she could do with a bathroom visit. She kept busy serving more drinks, though she found herself moving far more often and crossing her legs now and again behind the bar as her kidneys pumped waste fluid through her body to her bladder continually. Her eyes danced in Gary’s direction numerous times in the hope he might notice and send her for a break. Sadly he was too engrossed in serving and laughing with the regulars to even seem to remember she was there. By now Janis was noticeably fidgety as a customer approached the bar asking for a pint of beer. Janis smiled and took his money heading over towards the till and Gary. ‘Pint of beer. That’s £3.90 isn’t it? Getting the hang of these prices now.’ Gary smiled and took the £5 note from Janis, rang up the till and handed her the customer’s change. The customer Gary had been talking too was eying up Janis in her snug jeans and top, a sparkle in his eye as he winked at Janis. ‘New barmaid Gaz? What’s her name? She’s fit, but awful antsy wouldn’t you say?’ Gary turned to look at Janis as she walked down the bar towards the man she had served. He hadn’t seen her antsy but her bum was definitely wiggling now he happened to look. He turned and laughed with the regular. ‘That’s Jean’s sister Stu! She’s alright isn’t she. Bit quiet and shy but picking up the knowledge quickly and pulls a decent pint too. She’s just here for the week mind you.’ ‘She’s cuter than her sister anyway but there’s something about her Gaz. She’s either flirting or awful nervous or perhaps....’ Gary didn’t answer as he turned and watched Janis serve another customer this time with her legs crossed as she drank more of her lemonade. Gary smiled back at his regular and leaned towards him in a whisper. ‘I suspect she needs the ladies mate. She’s not had a break yet and think that’s at least her second lemonade. I told her to help herself. You think I should maybe let her go?’ ‘Nah mate. Her wiggle is well cute. I say wait until she asks. I mean what if she gets all that embarrassed way like woman do? She might get all upset at you knowing. My ex was like that. Hated anyone asking if she was bursting for the toilet even when it was fucking obvious. I say let her ask. I mean you aren’t stopping her going or anything. She just needs to ask right?’ Gary laughed. ‘You’re right Stu. She’s got a tongue in her head right? And she is definitely nice to watch!’ Janis meanwhile was bursting and found herself crossing her legs and bouncing on her heels behind the bar. Her face reddened as Gary approached. ‘Janis you wouldn’t mind clearing some glasses would you? The bar’s a bit quieter but could you unload and reload the dishwasher in the kitchen and bring the clean glasses through? Thanks!’ Janis uncrossed her legs, grabbed two trays and walked out to the tables and guests to collect in the used glasses, the pounding between her legs increasing exponentially as she did. She didn’t want to but her body was struggling and the only way she could hold her bladder was to dance around the room as she collected glasses onto the trays. Thankfully they were empty or she would definitely have spilled a lot of fluids with her giggling and bouncing around. Gary watched as Stu fixed his eyes on Janis’s every move. ‘Aye, she’s definitely needing that break Gaz that’s for sure! Check those thighs moving and those legs! She can hardly stand still!’ ‘You reckon I should tell her to take a break?’ ‘You kidding mate? She’s an adult isn’t she? She can talk! Let her ask! Plus she’s better entertainment than what’s on that TV there that’s for sure! Bloody repeats again!’ ‘She’ll probably ask when she comes back from the kitchen with the glasses eh!’ ‘Be a shame if she does. But you’re probably right.’ Janis slipped into the kitchen glad to be alone finally. She placed the trays of glasses on the counter with the rest of the dirty ones and immediately grabbed herself between the legs with one hand as she hobbled over to the dishwasher and opened it up. ‘Oh God I really must go the the bathroom! I need to get Gary alone. This is crazy!’ Struggling to concentrate due to the intense need between her legs Janis couldn’t for a moment work out what to do. Should she unload the clean glasses and take them through to the bar then load the dirty ones or should she load some dirty ones in the spaces available then unload the clean ones? All she could think about was holding her pee in as she danced about frantically with one hand wedged between her legs. She decided to take the dirty ones off the tray and take some clean ones back to the bar first so she could ask Gary to be allowed to use the toilet. She just needed to be brave and ask. How hard could it be? She twisted her legs and jumped around like a little school girl, totally unable to stand still. Finally both trays were loaded and Janis tried to take them to the bar but due to being so desperate to pee she was unsteady and could only manage one tray at a time. She tensed every muscle she had and walked back with the first tray, placing them under the bar and looking around anxiously for Gary. She couldn’t see him so she danced back to the kitchen, having to grab herself twice before being able to head back with the second tray. This time she lingered at the bar, bright red and with her legs tightly crossed. She moaned to herself as she saw Gary and walked towards him. ‘Did you manage the dishwasher ok then? The tablets are on the shelf above it.’ Trying to think fast, but feeling her muscles about to give way against the torrent of urine pressing fiercely against them, Janis could only muster one silly thing. ‘I couldn’t reach them. Sorry.’ Gary felt guilty as he watched Janis struggle. He could tell she was troubled as she stood there sweating, red faced and almost in tears. Janis could feel her urethra shake. She knew what was about to happen but still she couldn’t get past her shyness to ask to be excused to use the ladies. Instead she’d made up some stupid line about not reaching the dishwasher tablets when in fact she hadn’t even loaded the dirty glasses yet! Gary headed to the kitchen and Janis followed. As soon as she passed the bar Janis could feel her bladder about to pop. She grabbed herself between the legs, mortified at the thought Gary might turn around and see her. She had no idea that Stu was watching from the bar knowing just how desperate Janis now was and curious as to what might happen next. In the kitchen Gary reached up to the shelf and took down two dishwasher tablets. He began loading some glasses in as Janis came in behind him. ‘Sorry I should have shown you how to do this. It’s just been non stop tonight. I do apologise. I don’t think either of us have even had a break yet. Could you pass me some glasses and I’ll load this quick. The tablets just go in here then you shut the door and press here.’ Janis stood watching trying with everything in her to not have an accident. Her jeans felt so uncomfortable, her top a little too revealing suddenly. She had Gary alone. She just had to ask. ‘Gary, I was wondering. Could I please use the...’ But it was too late. As Janis leaned over to pass Gary another few glasses they both heard a load whoosh as Janis’s body crushed beneath her, releasing hours of pee into her jeans right in front of Gary. There was no dribbles, no leaks...just a long powerful pee that didn’t stole for almost two minutes. The pair stood in silence as first the crotch, then the right leg then even some of the left became wetter and wetter as warm urine drenched Janis from the waist down. Drips could be heard falling from the leg of Janis’s jeans as a huge puddle began forming on the tiled floor. Mortified, embarrassed and scared Janis could feel tears forming in her eyes. Why hadn’t she been strong enough to just ask for a break? Why has she held past the point of no return? Not knowing how to react, and strangely highly turned on by what he had just witnessed, Gary took the glasses from Janis’s hand and loaded them in the dishwasher as if nothing had happened. He leaned past her and took some more glasses. ‘So sorry Gary. I shouldn’t have told Jean I could do this. I should have just asked for a break. I have been so bursting for over an hour now.’ ‘And I should have told you to take one.’ ‘I don’t have any spare clothes sorry Janis. If you want to go home I’ll pay you the full shift. You’ll still come back tomorrow won’t you?’ Despite the embarrassment of peeing herself Janis had had a great night. It was much better than watching Coronation Street and then having toast and tea with Jeff like every other night. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow’ she whispered through tears. ‘But I won’t be too shy to ask for a break then.’ ‘See you tomorrow then.’ Jeff was sound asleep when Janis got home, her coat thankfully covering the majority of her wet jeans as she walked home in the dark. She took them off, which was harder than she expected as they clung to her long legs, then she put them in the laundry basket smiling. Her first night of work in almost thirty years. What a shame she had been too shy to ask for a break when she needed. But actually there was something sexy, erotic even, about what had happened. She might try it again some time, but only if Jeff wasn’t home.
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  12. Tearful Theresa Theresa sat watching the Prime Minister expectantly. Seven long weeks without kissing her grandchildren, seven weeks without playing with them, pushing them on the garden swing, making them lunch and reading them stories was taking a huge emotional toll. Prior to the national lockdown she saw them daily, four days of which she had them both from 8am until 6pm to let their mum and dad work. Even on the days when either their dad or mum were off she still regularly took them to nursery, collected them or had them over for tea. They filled a hole in her heart that had been there since her own children flew the nest and gave her a reason to live. Bella and Bailey were everything to Theresa and at 18 months and 4 years old their toys, high chair, car seats, clothes, books and nappies were in every drawer, cupboard and room in the house, exactly as Theresa loved it. Theresa hung on Boris’s every word praying for hope, praying for a way to touch and hug those babies again. Every day without seeing them or being with them was breaking her and Theresa didn’t know how much longer she could go on. Yes she phoned them daily, video called them before bed and arranged small gifts to be delivered but it wasn’t the same as hugging them and the fact they only lived 2 miles away seemed to make the whole thing 100 times worse. At just 55 Theresa was so glad to have no major health issues nor be old enough to be forced to self isolate to avoid Coronavirus but, she as a law abiding citizen, regardless how much she loved her family, she knew that lockdown was needed. Still she cried herself to sleep every night missing her family like never before. Derek understood though he was still working driving lorries delivering essential food and taking every precaution possible to avoid bringing the virus to himself or his wife, even to the point of stripping off as he came in the door, much the amusement of his wife of 33 years. “From this coming Wednesday a few of the tight restrictions we have all been living with will now be eased. If you can not work from home you may return to work. You can now exercise outside an unlimited amount of times. You no longer need to exercise close to home and you may now drive to exercise...” Boris spoke on the TV. “Right ok. But can I see my babies Boris? Come on...” “We must all keep social distance at all times...” “Oh....I guess that’s it then. Here I was thinking he’d soften being a new father again Derek. I’m heartbroken...” “Let him finish woman! He might say more. Listen...” “You can now play sport outside..though only with your own family...those you live with. You may meet one member of another household outside...observing social distance at all times...you must not go into their house. You must remain outside, two metres apart at all times, in a park or outside space...and if the infection rate increases these changes will have to be looked at again. Stay alert, beat the virus, protect the NHS’ “What? Did I just hear him right? Did you hear that Derek? Did he say I can see Bella and Bailey?” Before Derek even had a chance to reply the phone was ringing. Theresa answered it with tears in her eyes knowing already who it would be. “Mum! You can see them! You can see me! Just two more days mum! Oh wait until I tell Bella tomorrow! Oh mum she’ll cry! I just know she will. Right...where and what time? Wait a second and I’ll check the weather..brilliant mum it’s to be sunny! Oh mum are you ok?” Theresa could barely speak. The very thought of just seeing her daughter, her son in law and her grandchildren in person again after almost two months of isolation from them was overwhelming. “I’m here darling. Oh Tammy! Oh Tammy! Wednesday can’t come quickly enough.” “Right mum. What about 11am before Bailey takes his nap? The children’s park is still locked and I don’t want the kids to see it but what about the river walkway down by Hyde street? You know the bench there? I’ll meet you at 11 and we can social distance and you can see the kids. It won’t be easy mum. Bailey will just want to toddle right to you as he always does and Bella will run and jump on your knee. I’ll put the reigns on Bella. She’ll hate it but it’s the only way and I’ll put Bailey in the buggy. Oh mum we can do this can’t we? We can meet and not hug? We’ll be ok won’t we? “We’ll be great sweetheart. I promise. You’re dad’s just made me a coffee! I think he reckons I need something to calm me down. I’ll video call in the morning ok. Give Jason my love and kiss those babies for me even If they are sleeping please!” “I will mum. Love you. Goodnight.” “Night sweetheart. I love you!” Theresa sipped at her coffee, exactly as she liked it and smiled at Derek. He winked back and said reassuringly, “See I told you you’d see them soon didn’t I?” “You did love. You certainly did.” ——— Wednesday morning Theresa woke alone as Derek had left early for work. She had some toast and a mug of tea and had a shower then chose her clothes carefully. Bailey loved snuggling into her fluffy fleece cardigan, it even smelt like him still but Bella loved her ‘grandma blouse’ which had a top pocket just like grandpas! Theresa smiled to herself as she put the blouse on with her loose skirt and tights and favourite flat shoes. It was a good half hour walk to Hyde Street but the fresh air would be good for her. Theresa found her favourite hand bag and filled it with treats for the children, a teddy for Bella and a ball for Bailey. Just time for a coffee and then she would leave. Theresa grabbed the cardigan that Bailey loved before heading out the door. It was sunny but a light breeze meant the cardigan would come in handy. Theresa looked out for her daughter and grandchildren as she approached their town but unable to see them she made her way to the bench and sat at one end. She so wanted to walk the ten minutes to Tammy’s but it would only take a neighbour to see and report her and Theresa shuddered at the very thought. Sitting alone by the river Theresa watched a lone duck in the water as a breeze blow her hair over her eyes. She clipped it back and pulled her cardigan closed. Maybe it was the cool air or sitting opposite the river or maybe it was the walk...but Theresa suddenly needed the toilet so she crossed her legs in the hope it would go away. As she waited for Tammy and the kids she thought about where might be open nearby that she could call in at on the walk home, assuming she might need to. Ideally she’d hold off until back home as she usually did when needing when out. Before she’d even thought where might be open Theresa heard that beautiful and special voice of Bella calling... “Grandma! Grandma...” Instinctively Theresa held her hands out to her firstborn grandchild then tears came quickly as she realised the reality of social distancing still. Before Bella could reach her she lifted out her favourite teddy from Grandma’s house and laid it on the other arm of the beach. It was hard not touching the children but after time the children and adults adapted and Theresa loved watching them and photographing them as they both investigated the river and played with the ball.Theresa needed the toilet but there was no way she was leaving her precious family having waited for this time for so long. As she watched the children she crossed and uncrossed her legs and shifted now and again on the bench. Tammy noticed and asked if she was cold but there was no way Theresa would admit her predicament to anyone, let alone her daughter. It wasn’t until Bailey became fussy that Tammy checked her watch and said she had better get the kids back home for lunch and Bailey’s nap. Torn between her now strong need for a toilet and not wanting to part from her family, Theresa could just nod as Tammy strapped the toddler in the buggy and called her daughter over. “We’ll video later mum. It won’t be much longer until it’ll be over. We’ll all be ok. I promise.” Theresa felt comforted by her daughters words but quite uncomfortable by the fact her bladder was feeling very full. She toyed with suggesting she come back with Tammy, knowing her house was less than ten minutes away but knew Tammy couldn’t agree even if she wanted. She waved tearfully as her family walked away, bouncing a knee now they were out of sight. ‘Oh I need a toilet’ she muttered quietly as she put her handbag over her head and shoulders and stood up. The very motion of standing having sat down for almost an hour send a wave of pressure through Theresa’s body. Half an hours walk home seemed out of reach all of a sudden as Theresa thought quickly about what her options were. She started walking as she decided she’d do her best to get home and go there. She’d just need to walk quickly! A few minutes later and Theresa had to pause to cross a road. The pressure between her legs was strong and she struggled to remain still. ‘Hurry up green man. Come on’ she voiced to herself, eager to keep moving as she felt in more and more need. She walked briskly, avoiding others as best as she could, her mind racing in her growing need to get home very quickly. Each subsequent road became a more difficult experience as by now Theresa could think of nothing more than getting home and peeing. Then she heard her name and looked across at someone waving to her. ‘Hi Theresa! You out for your exercise? Lovely day for it isn’t it.’ Theresa hated being anti social but she HAD to get home. She was bursting for the toilet now and every minute counted. She smiled and waved hoping this would be enough. ‘How’s Derek doing? We’re clapping for the likes of him every Thursday night you know!’ ‘Doing great! Sorry I can’t stop. Maybe see you soon! Stay safe!’ Theresa bit her lip as she briskly walked on. Her bladder ached. She pressed her thighs tightly together as she walked, hearing the nylon rubbing together and hoping she wasn’t making a huge hole in the tights. She wasn’t sure she would make it on time as her heart thumped with the stress of holding on. Just ten more minutes... At the end of the last street before her own Theresa paused for a second. There was a lane to Tesco and she hesitated as she wondered wether to keep trying for home or risk the toilets at Tesco. She needed oh so badly that she could hardly think now. What if there was a queue at Tesco? But what if she couldn’t make it home? Struggling to remain composed and aching to hold herself between her legs she edged down the path, lined on both sides by hedges of gardens. Quickly checking no-one could see she pressed a hand at the top of her thigh and bent forward in so much need. Embarrassed and emotional she stopped quickly and composed herself again as she walked sharply down the lane a little more and looked longingly at the store entrance. Was that a line of people waiting? She wasn’t sure. She pushed a leg up behind her as a strong urge rushed through her body. ‘Oh yikes. I need to go!’ she murmured sweating. Having another quick squeeze she took a few more steps before realising it was definitely a queue and she would in fact be quicker going home. Yet somehow frozen to the spot she concentrated so hard to squeeze her muscles closed and stay dry until she got home. She was frantic for the bathroom by now having been bursting for almost an hour and a half. Her bladder so full and aching and her thighs tightly squeezing with every move. In her younger days she might have risked letting a little go in the lane but she knew in her slightly older years that this would be fatal and she wouldn’t be able to stop. Determined to try and get home dry she walked quicker than before as she power walked back down the lane and onto the Main Street that ied to her own street. Seeing a couple walking a dog she put her head down and avoided eye contact as she marched quickly last them. Almost home she could feel dribbles escaping and a warmth tickling her between her underwear that teased and mocked her as she held on hard. ‘Almost there’ she cheered herself on as she finally turned into her home street. Opening her gate the thought of getting release from the pressure was almost too much for Theresa. She pushed her hand on the gate and marched on the spot revealing her severe predicament to anyone who could see. Every step down her path tortured her mind and bladder further as those few steps felt like miles upon miles. Standing at her own front door, her little porch with handing baskets and a gnome saying ‘welcome’ making her feel relaxed and relieved she dug in her handbag furiously for her key. Unable to control herself her found her other hand instinctively grabbing between her legs in a last ditch effort to hold on. ‘Come on Theresa. You’ve got this far...’ Finding the key finally Theresa pushed it into the lock and turned it as her handbag began vibrating as her mobile rang. ‘Not now...please not now...’ Theresa pushed the door open and stepped in, pulling the key out one handed and wishing her phone out with the other. She looked at the screen and saw Tammy’s name. Despite an agonising urgent need to pee Theresa couldn’t nit answer from her only daughter. What if something had happened to those babies of hers? ‘Hi’ ‘Hi mum! You sound out of breath. Are you ok?’ ‘Yes love. Just stepping inside the front door. You all ok?...actually Tammy can I call you back in a few minutes love...’ ‘I was just worried mum. You looked so stressed today. I’m worried about you.’ ‘I’m fine love. Honestly. Can I call you back love? I just need to...’ With the front door still wide open Theresa could feel tears welling up again. She was dripping again. She could feel it. Her pants were warm and damp and she was so incredibly desperate for the toilet. But something stopped her from telling her own daughter just how urgent, how desperate, how imperative it was that she got to the bathroom urgently. ‘Mum are you crying?’ ‘I’m fine love...’ But Theresa wasn’t fine. Standing just inside her own front door, with the door wide open for anyone to see who happened to pass, she could feel urine running down the inside of her tights. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. How could a mum, a grandma even, find herself in such a situation like this unable to hold her own bladder? ‘Mum? You’ve gone quiet. Are you there mum?’ Theresa stood in silence for a moment as her legs warmed more, her underwear filled fast and her cheeks reddened. The relief wasn’t instant, her body was trying so hard still to hold back, but she couldn’t do it any longer. She couldn’t hold it. She couldn’t refrain. She couldn’t control her own body. She took a deep breathe, sighed audible, and relaxed as the current flowed quicker and quicker between her legs, now rushing violently down both legs and polling under the feet of her tights. She stepped out of her flat shoes and broadened her legs slightly feeling the squelching and warm as she did so. ‘Mum? Mum?’ ‘Sorry sweetheart. I was....just shutting the door and picking up the mail.’ ‘Mum you sound tearful...’ ‘It’s fine love. It’s just...you know how it is when you’ve waited for something so so long and then it finally happens... but it’s not quite how you hoped it would be?’ ‘It’s ok mum. I’m sure next time will be better. As long as you are ok. I’ll video call later ok. Love you!’ ‘Yes honey. Next time will be better won’t it! Love you too!’ Theresa presses the phone off, pushed the door closed and stripped off her clothes until she was naked, just like her husband had been doing when he got home for 7 and a half weeks now. He always said it was to stop the so read of the virus but now Theresa couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, even if just once, he too had had a similar accident and didn’t want her to know? That thought made her smile as she placed her wet skirt, tights and underwear into the washing machine and headed upstairs for another shower.
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