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  1. indian

    Hi once again everyone. <present> The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! <Two Days Earlier> "Hey Rohit, where are we. I need to Peeee", Aishwarya whined from the back of the trekking group. Rahul looked up from the path in front of him. He scratched his head as he replied, "I'm not really sure. We're quite lost, that's for sure. We're in the middle of nowhere! There's just trees and more trees!! If you really need to pee you should probably just use a bush." Aishwarya looked indignant and sulking with a pouty face murmured, " I can wait." Our trekking group had gotten lost in the depths of the forest. We stumbled off the main trail less than an hour back and hadn't been able to find our way back. There were 8 of us in total, friends from work and other. We'd come up to Yercaud for a fun relaxing weekend of trekking, not this. Still we walked deeper and deeper into the jungle. As the sun started to dim, my eyes caught a figure in the distance, behind a forage of vines and branches. I pointed this out to my friends and they shouted to the person for help. The man however, didn't respond, at this distance we wouldn't know anyway so we all moved towards him shouting for help. Suddenly, the figure began to run. Shouting we chased after it for a good 5 minutes. Finally it appeared to be slowing down; we ran forward with renewed vigor. As we drew closer, we saw that the figure was not a man, but a tall beautiful woman, wearing a typical traditional folded saree. As we drew closer, we saw that she was fiddling with something behind a large tree. When we approached we were surprised to see a well built shed, about the size of a small public toilet, made entirely out of wood, in the middle of the jungle. The woman was fumbling with a ring of keys in front of the door. Her incessant jiggling and knee-bending gave voice to the nature of her hurry. Aishwarya had caught sight of the shed and was overjoyed. She outran all of us and reached the shed. Turning towards the village woman, Aishwarya said, "Toilet? Can .. I?? Toilet??" The village woman gave just one look of frenzied urgency to Aishwarya and went back to putting various keys in the padlock fastened on the door. Aishwarya was not well off. She was having severe difficulty keeping still. These were the final moments of struggle for her. All of a sudden a 'click' sounded as the padlock snapped off and the toilet door swayed open. Inside was a clean and obviously well maintained toilet. Aishwarya was already contemplating running ahead into the toilet before it opened. As the doors swung open though, she felt a long leak (more like a squirt) rush out of her and down her cargo trousers. She held it back but within 2 seconds another squirt escaped, and then another. Aishwarya ran ahead, literally pushing the village woman to the side and fumblingly bolted the toilet door behind her as she entered. She could feel drops of urine running down her calf. She tore her cargoes down to her knees as a tidal wave erupted from between her legs, washing the toilet clean in its path. Aishwarya sighed loudly and closed her eyes in bliss. The village woman trapped outside however was much less fortunate. Shell-shocked by Aishwarya's actions, the village woman, with her legs visibly twisted and in a semi hunch, pounded on the bathroom door. The 7 of us standing there could do nothing, and merely looked on. We were so busy watching her pounding away at the door that we didn't notice the gentle pattering noise of piss falling from her calves onto the soil until she started crying. When we realized what was happening, we all looked away, feeling incredibly guilty and awkward. The woman sobbed gently as her urine ran down her legs. Suddenly the wind changed, the sky darkened, the tree leaves rustled ominously. The woman looked up at us, her kajol smeared around her eyes. Her look was one of unadulturated hatred and anger. The next thing we knew, she was levitating above us, 5 feet in the air. As she looked at us her eyes glowed with orange fury. "FUCK YOU!! You bastards will pay for what you've done. You'll feel my pain, my humiliation, my helplessness, ALL OF YOU!!! You WILL pay. You WILL know what it feels like. Every single one of you!!" With that she disappeared among the foilage. We gazed upward stupidly in shock. The sound of a flush was followed by a relieved Aishwarya stepping out of the bathroom as she buttoned up her cargoes. "What happenned guys??"
  2. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  3. Ankita was violently woken from her unsteady sleep with a sharp cramping pain that rocked her bladder. She instantly knew what it was. She sighed miserably and dangled her feet off the side of her hostel bunkbed hoping not to wake her roomate. Ankita was from a well off family in Mumbai. She had lived almost her entire life in the heart of the city, in a posh flat that was on the 9th floor. Owing to her family's financial status, she had never really gotten a taste of the outside world; she spent the majority of her time in Coffee Days and overpriced malls. Upon completing her 12th standard however, everything changed. Her grades were awful. No decent college in Mumbai would accept her. She checked countless colleges all over the country but apart from a monastery near Nepal, the only college that would accept her was Vellore Sisters Catholic College - an all girls strict educational institute. Though it was far from ideal, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best option available. With less than a week remaining till the beginning of college, Ankita hastily applied to the college, got accepted, and set off from Mumbai the night before college was to begin. She knew it would be different, much different than anything she'd ever done before, but she was ready: Or so she thought. She reached the train station, took an overpriced auto down a dirt road, baked it the sun, and entered the dusty gates of the college. She was instantly approached by a middle aged nun who, after checking her identification, led her to her room on the 5th floor. Ankita was apalled. The room was dingy and small, illuminated only by a 4ft by 4ft window in the corner. 2 other beds were already in place, and a couple of tops and a pale blue pair of panties lay sprawled around the room. She was too busy inspecting the dust and the cracking paint that she only noticed the absence of an extra door in the room. "Excuse me!" , she called out to the nun. "Uh.. Bathroom?" But the nun was already walking away down the corridor. Hearing the bell ring in the distance, Ankita quickly grabbed a textbook and made her way to class. It wouldn't look good to be late on the first day itself. Classes were boring and tough, same as school. After the 2nd period Ankita got up to go to the bathroom. At the end of the corridor there was a door with a dilapidated 'LADIES' sign hanging from it. Ankita entered and nearly gagged. The floor was muddy with dirt and patches of liquid. Apart from one stall the doors all hung on their hinges, waiting to fall off. The stench was incomparable. IT was muddy and filthy Her bladder protested but her disgust was stronger. Tightening her sphincter, she loosened the waistband of her long green skirt and returned to class. By the end of the next period however, her need had worsened considerably. She could hardly sit still and had twice been reprimanded for continuosly bouncing her legs. in her mind she vowed that the moment this class ended she'd find a place to pee. The moment the bell rang, Ankita jumped up from her desk and left the room, running down the stairs and out of the block. It occured to her that there may be a cleaner toilet elsewhere in campus. AS she ran she felt a drop moisten the joining of her thighs. From the corner of her eyes, Ankita saw a tiny steel door behind the cafeteria block bearing the words "FOR TEACHERS ONLY". Running, she flung open the door and her eyes jizzed when they saw the beatiful bathroom before them. It was king-sized and clean, with a tall whit western-style toilet adorning the center. Ankita rushed to the toilet, yanking up her skirt and holding it under her chin as she frantically moved her red panties out of the line of fire. Plopping herself down on the cold toilet seat she fired her piss into the bowl with deadly force; it splashed off the inside of the bowl and into the water. Ankita sighed in relief but also in exacerbation. How the HELL would she survive here?
  4. Hi everyone, This is my first post on this site. :) I have been a lurker here for quite some time so I thought I would be better off joining :).My English is not that well so please point out any errors I have made in order to help me improve :)The following story is a true event that I witnessed while living in Madurai ( A City in South India).The women, not just there but in India in general, are extremely Self-Conscious and Decent, and, as such, do not normally talk about any kind of Bodily Functions, whatsoever.. It all started when I went to pick up my girlfriend Shruthi from the train station. She lives in Mangalore, another city quite far from my own (About 15 hours by train). She's 19 years old, and studies BHM in a college over there, whereas I am studying a BSc over here. She arrived looking truly beautiful, in a white T-shirt and denim blue jeans. After picking her up from the station we talked for a while and I offered to take her for breakfast ( It was about 9:30 in the morning at the time ), but strangely she refused. "Have you eaten already", I asked her "No",she replied, with a strange expression on her face, " I'd just rather go home and wash up first,... besides I'm not feeling too well either." "What happened?" I inquired, genuinely concerned "Nothing it's fine",she replied in an unconvincing tone,"Just that the food on the train was kinda bad and my stomach's feeling kind of odd...". "Oh..." I replied, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by asking more questions... With that I walked to a nearby roadside wala (vendor), bought a bottle of Bisleri Mineral Water for the ride, caught a nearby auto and, after haggling over the price for a while, settled for a fee which was still blatant daylight robbery, loaded her luggage in, got in with her and left. Before I continue, let me tell you all that my house is not exactly 'close' to the train station by any means. As in India, the train stations are quite dirty and many people defecate on the tracks, the train stations are kept on the outskirts of the cities, far away for the majority of the urban populace. My house is a small apartment building, about 3 floors high, crammed in between a supermarket and another building, in the very heart of the city. After about 20 minutes in the auto, Shruthi ( who had been intermittently gulping from the 2 Liter water bottle I had bought), began to look uncomfortable. Up until that point we had been chatting casually but soon her expression became relatively strained and she grew silent. Not wanting to overstep my Boundaries but at the same time concerned, I asked again.. "Hey, Shruthi", she turned to face me, " Are you sure your'e Okay?" "Yeah sure I am! How come? Is something wrong?", she said. Understanding that she really didn't want to talk to me about what was bothering her, I dropped the topic, the mood once again drifting into the zone of an unbreakable Awkward silence. After 5 minutes more, She turned to me and said,.. "Hey,babe..., How much longer do you think it will be until we reach home?" "Dunno, about half an hour more, we're still in the city outskirts.", I replied."How come?" Realizing that she couldn't hide her predicament from me anymore she turned to face me, and whispered in a hushed and rather ashamed voice.. "Um... I actually kind of have to use the bathroom...",She said," It's becoming pretty bad... I haven't gone since I got on the train", "Really?" I asked, shocked. "How is that even possible, the journey was almost 15 hours long, right?",I inquired. "Um... Yeah", she said, "But I really didn't drink that much, you know how the toilets are in those trains", she told me. "And on top of that, I think I kind of went overboard with this Bisleri, after not having anything to drink for so long", she said smiling, as both of our eyes turned to look at the almost empty 2 Liter Water bottle, lying between us on the seat. I turned away, looking out of the side of the auto, eyes scouring the roadside for a 'sulabh' (toilet). Within a matter of seconds I saw one. Instantly I turned to the auto driver and said "Bhai, idher rukh, ekh minute wait". As he slowed down the auto and the roar of the engine decreased to a mild hum, Shruthi pinched me tightly and said, "It's fine, keep going" "Huh??", I said , giving her a confused look. "Seriously, get this auto going now", she said, in a rather disgruntled tone. After giving the auto driver a nod to continue I turned to her, annoyed, and said; "What was that? I thought you said you needed to use the bathroom." "I do..." She said, looking truly distraught, "But.." "But what?", I snapped "But...",she continued,"Remember I told you about the train food... Well honestly, that's not sitting too well with me...,please don't make me spell it out for you I'm embarrassed enough as it is." Still not fully understanding the situation ,but not wanting to piss her off more, I shut my mouth and looked out of the side. About 30 minutes later, we were caught in a traffic jam, about a kilometer from my flat, the traffic packed just as tightly as Shruthi's hands between her thighs. She was rocking back and forth on the seat, still trying to maintain her composure, when suddenly she let out a little gasp. "Are you okay?", I asked again. "No!", she replied, rocking back and forth and on the verge of tears, "How far is your flat from here?" "About a kilometer", I replied. Just like that she leapt out of the auto and, standing there in the street, pulled out a few crumpled 500 Rupee bills from her tight jean pockets, handed them over to the driver, turned to me and said, "Come on Let's walk." Not wanting to aggravate her further I got her luggage and stepped out onto the busy road and began leading her to my flat. The moment we reached the ground floor of my flat she asked me (or rather gasped out) "Floor?" To which I replied, "It's the 2nd one to the right on the 3rd floor, could you maybe lend a hand with these...." And just like that, before I even knew it she was sprinting up the stairs, 2 at a time. "Okay", I muttered to myself, "Thanks a lot for the help" I slowly walked up the flights of stairs lugging the baggage behind me and finally reached the third floor where I saw Shruthi sitting on the stairs with her hands between her legs and her torso gently rocking back and forth. She wrenched one hand free from the vice-like grip of her thighs, extended it to me and asked for the keys. I set down the bags and began rummaging through my pockets for the keys but alas, none were to be found. Knowing just how pissed off Shruthi would be if I told her this I kept searching until finally she caught on. "WHERE ARE THE KEYS", she almost screamed in her thick kannadiga (accent relating to the state where she's from) accent. "I must have dropped them at the airport" , I replied,"But seriously don't worry, my landlord lives just about a block away, he's got a spare set, he'll be here within 5 minutes", I said, taking out my phone and sending him a message. "That's too long" she said, tears almost rolling down her cheeks, "Does your roof have a bathroom?", she asked desperately. "I think so", I replied, and began leading her up onto the roof. The moment that we reached she ran around the corner and began frantically searching for a bathroom. When she finally found one, she tugged on the handle, a second away from relief, but it didn't budge. I was standing right besides her. Gently nudging her, I pushed her to the side and pushed on the door with all my strength but to no avail. "Shruthi look, I'm really sorry about all of this but I swear, just wait a minute or two the landlord will come." "I can't wait that long baby", she said between sobs, "SERIOUSLY!! I haven't used the bathroom in almost a day, I drank like, two FULL liters of water in the auto, and..." "And what babe?", I asked tentatively... "That fucking train food has been trying to escape for HOURS", she moaned, just as she keeled over and clutched her stomach. "Oh..." was all I could say,now fully understanding the severity of the situation. I thought of what I could possibly do to help but nothing whatsoever came to mind. I sat there silently, as Shruthi sobbed softly by my side. Suddenly she gasped and the sobbing intensified. She lept to her feet and with both legs crossed and one hand on her rear, she squeaked,"Babe, wait here PLEASE!!!", and ran off to another corner. I got up and began following her when suddenly she dashed behind a small partition of the roof (My roof is filled with various partitions, each coming up to about waist level) and, still in full view, (owing to the height of the partition), unbuckled her belt, pulled down her jeans and squatted. Her head, still fully visible, turned as she looked to ensure that there was nobody in the vicinity, when her eyes fell on me. "What the hell are you doing?GO BACK!!!" she shouted angrily, as she tried to stand up, bending over to pull her jeans back up. But it was far too late. The reservoir of piss that she had been holding back for so long, was let loose the moment that she squatted down. As I was looking at her face, <yelling at me to go back>, a loud hissing sound cut through the air. Her face turned red with embarrassment and she turned the other way, unable to stop the flow. After about a minute and a half, the noise ceased yet still, she remained squatting. Curious, I approached, peering over the partition to see if she was okay. With her ass close to the ground, and a relieved expression on her face, I instantly realized what was happening and hastily turned away, lest she catch me watching and I end up a single man. I went back to where I was before she left and sat, unbelievably aroused. When she finally returned, she didn't say a single word to me. Instead she hobbled down to the flat where my landlord was now waiting. The moment I got the key and opened the door, she hurried to the bathroom, albeit still walking. When she had finally cleaned up, she came out of the bathroom wearing another pair of pants, and sat down next to me on the sofa. "Are you pissed off?", I asked her, to which she replied "Nope, chill Baby, just feeling kind of ashamed....". I told her that it was okay and that there was no need to feel ashamed as such things happen to everyone.. She blew my WORLD when she replied that she was not ashamed because of what she did, but because of how turned on she felt when she knew I was watching. That moment was undoubtedly the happiest moment of my life as she turned to me, crossed one leg over my lap, and kissed me passionately. As we stumbled to the bedroom, drunk with arousal, I asked "How come you're pants are different?" "Oh these,", she gasped, while rubbing my crotch and singlehandedly removing her aqua green chinos, "Didn't really make it.." Too turned on to ask anymore questions, I led her into my room where we had the best sex of my life. She has long since been not just okay with, but pleased by my thing for omorashi. She has told me countless incidents of desperation that happened in her past, many involving her hostel bunk mates :P. I will be happy to share these if requested. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ The main reason that I told this story however is so that other Indians could recount their experiences and sightings. I know for a fact that numerous women become extremely desperate in public and quite a few even wet themselves. I know that there are other Indian users on Omorashi.org and I request them to please share their experiences. Thank you :)