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  1. My first fic! I'm planning on turning this into an episodic series with an ensemble cast; since chapters won't necessarily be written in the order of the events depicted within, I'll include an in-story date for when the chapter takes place. Enjoy! A/N: This was inspired by a trip I took on Amtrak's Capitol Corridor a few months ago, and I made an effort to work in a mention of every station between Sacramento and Oakland (except for Emeryville, since I didn't want to interrupt the story at that point). Fellow railfans, enjoy. Chapter 1: The Trouble with Trains July 2023 Northern California shouldn’t be this hot, Marco Vigil had decided. It was well above a hundred degrees in Sacramento, a simple fact that he nevertheless couldn’t wrap his head around. He would have expected weather like this in Phoenix, or in Austin, or in Atlanta, but not in Sacramento. Marco was eager to get out of Sacramento and away from the terrible heat, but that wouldn’t happen if he missed his train, an outcome that was looking more and more probable as he rushed to get to the platform before the departure time. Marco had gone to Sacramento to visit a friend who’d moved back home for the summer. He’d lingered in the air-conditioned oasis of his living room, with the result that he was now racing through Sacramento Valley Station in a desperate attempt to make the southbound Capitol Corridor train before it pulled away from the platform. In his mad dash through the station, as he struggled to hoist his backpack over his shoulder while holding on to his phone and mostly-empty water bottle, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d sprinted right past the restrooms. Now he was running flat out, and he must have been quite a sight: All 5’6” of his frame was leaning into his stride, and his unkempt black hair bounced with each footfall. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw was clenched with determination as he rounded the last corner to the platform. There was the train! With one last frantic burst, he leapt into the closest car and gasped for breath. The air conditioning was so refreshing that for a moment he felt weak in the knees, but he collected himself and gulped down the rest of the water. Still panting from his mad dash, he refilled his water bottle before making his way upstairs and claiming a window seat just as the train pulled out of the station. “Welcome aboard southbound Capitol Corridor train #273, with southbound service terminating at Jack London Square in Oakland. Please have your tickets ready…” Marco put in his earbuds and relaxed, eagerly taking a few more swigs from his water bottle as he thought of the immense heat outside. It would be nearly two hours before the train got to Oakland, and then for Marco it would be longer still before he got to his destination. That’s because Marco was a student at Rockridge University in Oakland, and at this time of day the bus back to campus would probably be caught up in traffic. Marco didn’t mind; he was content to sit right there in the train, enjoying the air conditioning and rehydrating himself after a scorching hot weekend. In fact, come to think of it, his bottle was almost empty again. Time for a refill, he thought. … After the train stopped in Davis, Marco went to the café car and bought a soda, since the water still hadn’t quenched his thirst. After the train stopped in Fairfield, Marco refilled his water bottle yet again. And when the train stopped in Suisun City, Marco realized that he had to pee. Well, no matter. Marco may have been shy, but he definitely wasn’t going to wait until Oakland to relieve himself – he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait that long. The only question was what to do with his bag: Take it with him into the bathroom, or leave it on the seat? After a moment of thought, he decided to leave it. The bathroom would probably be cramped, and there were plenty of people on the coach who would notice if a would-be thief tried to make off with some dirty clothes and a toothbrush. And besides, Marco thought to himself with a smirk, what kind of idiot would steal something in between station stops? He’d be trapped on the train, and then I’d just have to track the thief down… ‘Mystery on the Capitol Corridor.’ That sounds like a good short story! By this point, he’d got to the bottom floor of the car and made his way to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered inside. He’d never been inside a train’s lavatory before, but it reminded him of the one on an airplane. It was a bit larger, and furnished with stainless steel instead of plastic, but it was still familiar. There was only one major difference that Marco discovered: He closed the door behind him, moved to lock it, and ended up gesturing ineffectively at the handle. How does it lock? The door’s handle clicked into place, but there was no obvious way to lock it. Marco prodded at a small knob next to the handle, thinking that it might be the lock, but even after twisting it, pulling it, and sliding it, he could tell the door was still unlocked. I’m an engineer. I can figure this out. The experience reminded him of trying to turn on the shower in an unfamiliar hotel room; it seemed that there was always a different sequence of levers to control water temperature, actuate the drain, and turn on the shower head. The only difference was that Marco’s current situation was a bit more stressful than trying to turn on a shower, a fact that was reflected in his tense stance as he became more and more aware of the contents of his bladder. Nervously, Marco moved away from the door and faced the toilet. Glancing over his shoulder, he unbuttoned his shorts and moved down the zipper. Best to get this over with quickly before somebody comes in. Then, as he unzipped his pants, Marco’s mind was suddenly seized by the image of another passenger opening the door and disturbing him as he did his business. Maybe he could wait until Oakland after all. He zipped his shorts back up and sighed as he returned to his seat. With his thighs pressed together, Marco prepared himself for the uncomfortable ride home. … “Attention passengers… due to an open drawbridge, we’ll be delayed for about ten minutes. Next station stop is Martinez.” As the train loitered at the foot of the bridge across the San Joaquin river, Marco knew he was in trouble. For now, the discomfort in his bladder had subsided to a dull ache, but with every small movement he felt the mass of liquid shifting inside him. There was nothing to it but to press his knees together and lean back in his seat. The train was stopped next to a stand of trees on a steep hillside. Marco found himself thinking of the last time he’d had to pee this bad, during a run in the hills above campus. It had been during the heat wave last fall, and with his class schedule leaving him no choice but to run in the afternoon, he’d kept hydrated… perhaps a bit too eagerly. Just after crossing Grizzly Peak Road he’d ducked into a stand of trees, pulled the front of his shorts down, and watered a tree. The smell of urine, sweat, and eucalyptus sap that had combined on that hillside was surprisingly agreeable, and Marco made a game of it: He stepped back and angled his penis upwards, managing to soak the bark nearly four feet above the roots. Then he stepped to the side a bit and tried to project his stream as far as he could on the downhill slope. Then he was done, and he was quite satisfied to stand there watching his puddle trickle downhill. It was the shock of his life when Marco stepped out from behind the tree and saw, not thirty feet away from him, Riley Conrad standing shirtless with his back towards him, watering his own tree. Riley Vigil, who Marco knew because they were both on Rockridge’s rocketry team… Riley Conrad, who looked pretty good without a shirt on… Riley Conrad, who was pissing on a tree. Marco fled with swift but silent footsteps and set a new record on his downhill sprint back to campus. He’d already made plans to meet Riley for lunch the next day, and when they both sat down at the restaurant Marco was so nervous that he could barely read the menu, but Riley seemed normal. Obviously he hadn’t caught Marco peeing, and he hadn’t caught Marco watching him pee. After all, it wouldn’t do to let lust or piss get in the way of what was already a good friendship. … When the train stopped in Martinez, Marco had to direct his attention towards his bladder and penis every few seconds to keep himself in control. At this point, he was filled with almost as much worry as urine, and he figured that there were only two ways that his situation could get worse. The first way was that somebody would sit next to him. The second way was that she was wearing a Rockridge University t-shirt. “Oh, you’re another Rockridge student?” she asked. Marco tried to make himself look less tense. “How did you know?” “Water bottle.” Marco looked at his bottle, which he had purchased from the student store. It had the university seal printed on the side. “What’s your name?” Marco asked. “Elizabeth.” “Marco.” Elizabeth was wearing athletic shorts, a tank top, and sandals, and she had shoulder-length brown hair. Marco thought she looked familiar in a vague sort of way, as if they’d crossed paths on campus a few times before. As they talked some more, Marco learned that Elizabeth was a fellow sophomore, studying physics. He told her that he was majoring in mechanical engineering. Marco tried not to squirm in his seat, but with Elizabeth sitting next to him all he could do was sit and suffer as he tried to keep his pants dry. Luckily, the conversation was distracting him a bit; the train was now rolling through Richmond, with the factories and railyards of the East Bay moving outside the windows. Elizabeth interrupted herself to point out the window. “Look, you can see the Golden Gate Bridge.” Marco turned in his seat to see that, yes, in between the treetops, he could see the distant San Francisco skyline and the bridge off in the distance. “You know,” Elizabeth said, “I have kind of a funny story about the bridge… A few weeks ago I had a friend visit from out of town. She’s a transfer student who’ll be starting at Rockridge next fall, so she wanted me to shower her around. We went into the city, and one of the things she wanted to do was walk the length of the bridge, all the way from San Francisco to Marin. I’d never done it before either so we went across the bay and stopped in San Francisco for a coffee before heading to the bridge. Of course, it was a hot day, so I was also drinking lots of water… I didn’t realize there was a bathroom in the visitor center on the San Francisco side, so we just started walking across.” Marco stared at her. “That’s… interesting…” He shifted his legs around some more. The train was making a stop in Berkeley, and as the people passed by in the aisle he tried to lean forward as casually as he could and crossed his arms over his thighs. His new hunched-up position took some pressure off his bladder, but he couldn’t think of a way to change the subject. He really wanted to change the subject. And he really, really wanted to pee. “Anyway, all that ‘hydration’ was catching up to me. I had no idea how long the bridge was, so by the time we were halfway across I had to piss bad. It was getting hard to walk. So you know what I did? I walked up to the railing, pulled down the waistband of my shorts a few inches, and got my underwear out of the way.” “But what about the people?” Marco blurted. Elizabeth laughed. “What people? Tourists don’t go that far out onto the bridge, and the bike path was on the other side. And I was hidden in an alcove behind one of the support towers; from the road, none of the drivers could see me pissing off the side of the Golden Gate Bridge.. Oh, it was great. I tell you, when you have to go that bad, it feels so good to just let go of your inhibitions and take an amazing leak.” “Yeah.” Marco winced. “That does sound nice.” “Of course, some people are more timid. I mean, my friend also clearly had to go when we were walking the bridge, but she didn’t want to join me when I pissed over the side. She managed to wait until we found some bushes on the Marin side of the bridge. She gave them a good watering!” Marco just crossed his legs again as the train rolled south. … Marco knew he was in trouble. His legs bounced. He resisted the urge to grab himself as he twisted in his seat. Finally, he grabbed his legs and pulled his knees up to his chest, scrunching himself into a ball. His only consolation was that Elizabeth didn’t comment on his apparent desperation; if she had, he might have died of embarrassment. Her silence allowed Marco to pretend that she thought he was just trying to find a comfortable sitting position after spending nearly two hours on the train. Elizabeth was telling him about her work in Rockridge’s Turbulent Flow Lab. He didn’t understand fluid mechanics that well, but she told him that her work could have engineering applications for nozzle design. She even offered to help Marco get a position in the lab, since they’d probably need help from an engineer for their upcoming experiments. However, he declined, saying that he was more interested in robotics and aerospace engineering. And after being drawn in to such an interesting conversation, Marco was shocked to feel the train slowing down as it pulled into the station in Oakland. Finally! He grabbed his bag and stood up – and that made him realize that he truly was on the verge of wetting himself. “Will I see you on the bus back to Rockridge?” Elizabeth asked. “I don’t think so,” Marco replied hesitantly. “I have, uh… errands to run downtown.” Elizabeth smiled. “If you say so.” She saw right through the lie, but she pretended to believe Marco because it seemed important to him that nobody would find out how badly he needed to relieve himself. Honestly, she thought, if I had to go that badly I’d find some quiet alley to squat in as soon as I got off the train. She also rose from her seat to disembark, but Marco was already gone, sprinting down the stairs and onto the platform with stiff legs. With a stiff gait, he made his way towards the station building, devoting all of his energy towards holding his it in. Hobbling across the lobby, he spotted the door to the men’s room, and- No! Locked! Marco was could have cried in frustration. His face was red and he was sweating with the effort of trying not to wet his pants. He dashed out onto the street, and saw the taillights of the Rockridge shuttle bus as it pulled away from the station. “Shit!” He’d have to wait another thirty minutes for the next bus back to Rockridge. Naively, he thought for a moment that he could wait that long, but the brief lapse of concentration to check the bus schedule on his phone took its toll. Marco felt a brief spurt of urine leak out of him and soak into his underwear. No, it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to wait. Marco had been desperate before, but he’d never been so close to wetting himself that he started leaking. Out of options, he ran for the closest secluded place he could find, a mostly-empty parking garage next to the station. Ducking past the toll booth, Marco ran into a quiet corner of the station. He found a bus dropoff lane that had clearly fallen into disuse; it was separated from the rest of the garage by a wall, and the chances were low that anybody else would cross his path while he was pissing a river. Nervously, Marco walked over to a good spot with a support column shielding him from the left and a drain on the right that would hopefully keep too large a puddle from building up. Now all he had to do was unzip, pull himself out, and go. But Marco couldn’t do it; he couldn’t stop thinking about his encounter with Riley in the hills above campus, and how embarrassing it had been to nearly be discovered. Although there had been a few desperate times in Marco’s life where he’d had no problem watering a tree or a bush, he’d avoided peeing outside since the incident with Riley last fall. And now he was in a built-up environment, not out in nature like the previous times he hadn’t been able to wait for a bathroom. Pissing here seemed like an impossible task. But all of those concerns were pushed aside by Marco’s intense desperation and a desire to salvage his dry shorts. If relieving himself here was difficult, then wetting himself was unthinkable. Steeling his nerve, Marco unzipped his shorts, pulled his underwear waistband down, and gripped his penis in his right hand. He aimed at the wall, and immediately a torrent burst forth from him. Marco was standing less than two feet from the wall, but in that moment he was sure that his stream could have traveled three times that distance, and the pressure caused a few spray drops to ricochet back onto his ankles. That didn’t bother him at all; the feeling of relieving himself after putting it off for far too long was intoxicating. Even though Marco fought the urge to close his eyes so that he could keep glancing around for passersby, for the most part he didn’t have a care in the world as he took his badly-needed piss. In his entire life, Marco had only ever peed in three places before: In a bathroom, onto a tree, and onto dirt. Concrete was new to him, and he was surprised by how quickly his stream flowed down the wall and into the drain. As it fell into the drain, it made a gurgling sound; the sound amused Marco, and he wondered how long he’d be able to keep it up. He had already passed twenty seconds, and he showed no signs of slowing yet. Moving his right hand, Marco began to idly move his stream back and forth against the wall, settling on a position that provided a bit more space between his foot and the steady trickle running into the drain. His small accomplishment made him smile; it wasn’t a wide grin that crossed his face, but rather the mellow expression of relief and bliss. So far, Marco thought that his first urban piss was going quite well. Maybe he didn’t have anything to worry about after all. In fact, maybe he’d even try it again sometime. On a few occasions over the last few weeks, Marco had missed his bus and been stranded in the remote corner of Oakland where he worked as an intern at an engineering firm. Since Marco tended to drink a lot of water during the workday, after waiting at the bus stop for a few minutes he’d have a distinct urge to go. His pride refused to let him walk back to the office just to use the bathroom – after all what if somebody saw him? – but the industrial side of town wasn’t well-served by transit, and after waiting half an hour for the next bus he’d be quite uncomfortable. He always made it home before it became a true emergency, but next time maybe he’d just find a spot behind an abandoned warehouse and water the plants. As he was lost in thought, Marco didn’t pay much attention as his stream started to lose power. Another ten seconds or so, and he’d be finished, with an impressive damp mark on the wall and a puddle of urine slowly flowing into the drain. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw somebody walking towards him. Marco’s good mood vanished in an instant. He couldn’t possibly let anybody see him like this! With lightning speed, he tucked his penis back into his underwear and zipped his shorts up. Unfortunately, after being lost in relief, he wasn’t able to stop his stream until a few seconds after fastening his pants, and he ended up with a small but noticeable damp patch on the front of his shorts. With no time to worry about that, he bolted for the nearest exit, which happened to take him next to the person he’d seen coming his way. The person was Elizabeth, and she waved. Marco saw her eyes move downwards, just for an instant, and he knew that he’d been caught. He’d had an accident, and Elizabeth had seen it. Marco was overcome with embarrassment, and he instinctively turned to face away from her. And then, instinctually, he started running, sprinting back out onto the street and leaving the parking garage behind. He’d see Elizabeth again on the bus back to campus, but for now he just needed to be alone.
  2. Part 1 She waved to him from the window of the express train and sent air kisses. A slight jolt and the train moved smoothly along the tracks, very slowly, gradually picking up speed. The young man sent her air kisses from the platform, and after the train accelerated more, it turned around and Left. The girl turned away from the window, leaned against the wall, and relaxed, I closed my eyes. How long had she dreamed of this trip! She and the young man had been together for a year, they had everything that It's called good: they were planning a wedding, only a hidden sprout of adventurism haunted the girl, and she made up her mind... In truth, she didn't have a specific goal, a plan, and she did not really understand where, and most importantly, why Goes. The desire to break out of the vicious circle of ordinary, predictable life had matured for a long time, and now she took the first step: she spat on the young man about the that she was invited to visit her second cousin, who, by the way, she did not even I bought a train ticket, and, Taking only the most necessary things, I went on a trip for a couple of days. For now She began to have a slight jitters. Thoughts were spinning in my head: "What am I doing?", "This is madness!" ... She grew up in an intelligent family, since childhood she was an obedient girl. In kindergarten, her They always set an example for other children, they say, this is how to behave. At school, she She studied only "excellent", all her life she was used as a model, a standard for others, and she obediently fulfilled this role, although deep down she wanted to become different, do something hooligan. She had been waiting for a long time for the opportunity to create something out of the ordinary, but all the time such a case did not turn up, or she had it I didn't have the courage to do anything A kind of thing. She graduated from the university with honors, met a young was interviewed by a prestigious company. Many to her They were jealous, they said that she was the happiest, that everything was working out for her successfully. And that's when she made up her mind – either now or never.. The soul demanded Adventures and adventures! Many people, she reasoned, live like this rolled, never daring to commit a crazy act, to break free beyond the boundaries of everyday life. She cheered herself up, but in her heart it was all the same Fear persisted. She was walking on the platform of an unfamiliar city. Somewhere nearby was the hotel where she I booked a room for two days via the Internet. The first thing she did was took a bath. How good it was to lie alone like this, she thought. Her nakedness, The tanned body was hidden from the outside world by the airy foam of the scented Additives. Only at that moment did she finally realize that she had done everything Correct. She called the young man, said that she had arrived well and Now he takes a bath. After finishing the conversation, she closed her eyes again, Relaxed. Bad thoughts crept into her head. She suddenly imagined By mistake, a sexy man enters the room, finds her in the bathroom, apologizes, but instead of leaving, joins her, and then... From such "bad", but extremely pleasant thoughts, the girl even smacked her lips from the pleasure, and her right hand involuntarily slid into her lower abdomen... She is I changed my wardrobe in the evening. I stood in front of a mirrored wardrobe in one panties and bra, then changed her mind - took off her panties, and put on them instead thin strings called thongs. "That's better," getting excited, she decided. It was very hot outside. In the hotel room, he saved from the stuffiness air conditioning running at full capacity. Then she put on a short, a flowing dark skirt and a light chiffon blouse on top. She smiled herself. The last trick is dark glasses to hide her eyes in case she, suddenly, it will become ashamed; dark, patent leather heels - and she felt in combat readiness. Fully equipped, the girl came out of the Hotels are in high spirits. It was light outside, as if I were now it is the height of the day, not the evening. Only dark glasses smoothed out the light. She walked and happily noted for herself the enthusiastic, accompanying glances. They whistled from cars, men looked around, Young people made compliments, many tried to get acquainted with her... With each for a second, with each step, she felt delight, joy, and fullness within herself Life. Walking alone in the central On the street of an unfamiliar city, the girl went down to the lake. Come here in the evening All the young people were drawn together. Music was playing, there was a smell of barbecue, we were sitting somewhere companies of informals and sang songs to the guitar. Soon she saw that somewhere The main part of the population condensed nearby. Nearby there was a summer café, However, mostly people preferred dance inside a square arch enclosed by marble walls, so it Without difficulty, she found a free table and sat down. -A what Would you like it, girl? The waiter came up to her. -Portion barbecue, and... What alcoholic beverages do you have? she specified. -To Unfortunately, only cold beer," the waiter replied. -Then barbecue and beer. To be honest, she would prefer to have a barbecue I took red wine, but I did not want to give up alcohol. After she I walked and sat down, the girl felt a slight jitters again. Alcohol in the form of cold beer invigorated. Uncertainty and slight fear receded, and in their place A thirst for adventure came. Imperceptibly For herself, she discovered that the kebab was still left, but the beer had already run out. She asked the waiter to repeat, which he quickly did. Degrees hit blood, which made her feel more and more comfortable. I wanted to dance. Without finishing the glass beer, the girl left her seat and rushed into the crowd. Dancing to it always They acted in a special way. She moved to the beat of the music, her body tender and curved sexually. Young people paid attention to her. Other The girls, noticing this, made an attempt to repeat the movements of the visitor. Having warmed up, The girl returned to her seat. I took a sip from the glass. Unbearable heat of the day was finally replaced by the evening warmth. It was still light outside. People were pulling up. And now this place has turned into the most ordinary open-air disco. - Anything else? The waiter asked for the third time. -So long Nothing is needed! She replied and paid. She is She finished her beer, trembling on the spot to the beat of the song. The girl noticed a lustful A man's gaze from the next table. Smiling, she pointedly threw leg, exposing for a second a thin rope under the skirt... She smiled, guessing, that the poor guy clearly had an erection. And she herself thought that it was time to leave... the beer he drank made itself felt... As she finished drinking, she heard Fast compositions were replaced by "slow". She did not have time to wake up, as the "male" from the next table approached her and invited me to a slow dance. The girl did not refuse. Spinning in place, However, she did not count for a long time - standing she felt the need even more, which inevitably arises in any person after drinking beer... Hardly Waiting for the song to end, she pulled away from the guy and, slightly staggering, she left the dance area. Walking along the embankment, She didn't even bother to look around, just in case, and she did it Now, expecting to find a blue toilet cubicle. Pushing off his sunglasses above, she looked more closely. The target was detected: somewhere behind the café I could see one single booth, although from it, or rather on the contrary - right to it, stretched a long thread, consisting of people of the same sex as her... The girl joined the sisters in misfortune. Passing men, bypassing the queue, they went straight behind the booth, and, returning a minute later, returned to have fun. Girls they looked after them enviously and exchanged opinions: "The peasants are lucky. Take it out, do the deed, and I went..." However, some girls are also We left the queue, but went somewhere far away. And only the most persistent shifted from foot to foot and waited patiently. One of them, the turn of which was about to come up, danced on the spot, and then, unable to stand it, I rushed to a place where only guys and men dared to go - for a dry toilet. Envious girls continued to comment: "Now she is in the same place. Okay, guys... And she... No shame, no conscience..." Drunk beer, meanwhile, already required urgent release, and the queue contracted slowly. "We could have put up a few booths," the girl thought. After a minute she ran out of patience and left burst to the joy of those standing behind her and rushed forward in the unknown Direction. She walked along a wide road. To the left and to the right were trees with Shrubs. "I should have come here right away go, what the hell do you have to stand!" she thought. However, as it turned out, she is not the only one That was the case. The males here and there were doing their thing, instinctively looking around, hearing the footsteps of our heroine, immediately making an attempt to get to know her. And she had to go further in search of a secluded place. After going through another two hundred meters, the girl found a dilapidated building in the distance, to which a narrow path. Without hesitation, she walked straight along it. The silence was broken only by the buzzing Mosquitoes. The girl walked a few more steps, stopped, and just in case I looked around. Feeling safe, I looked around once more, pulled it up to thong knees, sat down... It happens that you seem to really want to go to the toilet, You endure it, you find it, and then bam, nothing happens.. The girl was sitting, I strained, but my sphincter did not want to give in to the command of my brain yet. On this At the moment, as if out of spite, a mosquito bit me in the ass. The girl slapped herself loudly on the right buttocks by killing a nasty insect. Focused. A few drops, falling, dissolved in the ground, and barely poured stream, as at that moment footsteps were heard from behind... Frightened, the girl stopped by an effort of will the supply of the jet, and after waiting a few seconds after it subsides, I jumped up, pulling on my thong and turned around. Smiling impudently, he looked at her A handsome, broad-shouldered young man. - Girl, did I disturb you? He asked. - You me, Scared! My heart almost jumped out of my chest! – angry and ashamed at the same time, she answered. -Forgive me! I didn't want to. Are you alone or with a boyfriend? - Actually, alone, - annoyed that she never finished her job, honestly She admitted. -So am i Also alone. Maybe we should get acquainted? -After of what you have seen, you must marry me," the girl quipped. -I I agree. Tomorrow morning we go to the registry office! He said confidently and in an instant Oka put his arm around her waist. -Actually I have a fiancé," she said coquettishly, not resisting and feeling that It seems that I managed to relieve myself a little. She was sitting with a new acquaintance on a park bench. In the hands of It turned out to be a gin and tonic. Alcohol imperceptibly hit her head, but it was I liked it more and more. I didn't want to think about anything. She caught a moment of life. The young man was telling something so funny, and often asked her ambiguous questions, to which, however, she answered, and with surprised to find that she did not even blush. With one arm he embraced her by the shoulders, the other held her by the Palm. She did not resist. In her right hand, she continued to hold a jar of gin and tonic And automatically from time to time I drank from it. - I'm like that Drunk! She said aloud and laughed herself. Young The man did not answer, only turned to face her, and their lips intertwined together. The girl unexpectedly for herself with clung to him with all her passion. She felt uncomfortable. She moved, turned to face him, deftly threw her leg over his two, wrapped her arms around his neck with all her might and She bit into his lips, pressing her chest against his. In this state, they We sat for a few minutes. She felt something hard, bulging out through the fabric of his shorts rested on her skirt, or rather, on what was hiding under her - in the buttocks. In the meantime, a fire was burning inside her, and under her skirt it became Humid... Something else seemed to be mixed in with it... The young man became slid his hand over her body, reached under her blouse, then under her bra, and, I think I found something underneath it... This lesson continued for some more time It's time. The girl pressed closer to him in excitement, and at that moment she realized that gin and tonic have the same effect as beer... Pressing her belly, she I felt it even more... Alcohol hit my head... Everything was wet downstairs... Inside it was burning flames and... The bladder longed to be released. -I need to pee! Tearing herself away from his lips for a moment, she said. -What? – he did not understand -I want to pee! The girl repeated. Young The man did not stop. For a second, as if sobered up, she suddenly remembered that she was a girl from an intelligent family, exemplary, correct, and was horrified behavior. She clearly realized that she was drunk, in an unfamiliar city, sitting on a bench in the arms of an unknown young man, besides, he wants to go to the toilet and... -Stop it! Do not! She tried to resist. - What is business! -I want go to the toilet! She said firmly, and after a moment she went limp... The hand of the young slid under her skirt, and, bypassing a thin rope, rushed straight into a damp, open slit..., - Oh! – could only "object" to these Actions girl. Ignite the girl even more with his fingers, the young man removed his hand, climbed up to him somewhere, and got something... Then the man's fingers pushed back the string of the thong, and into the "open door" something strong, hard, hot slipped through... She rode it like a rider on a racehorse. Everything inside was hot and melting. Alcohol played in the blood. My brain was exploding. Bladder bursting at the seams. But in the aggregate, it is was a combination of incomparable bliss with agony. She had never felt like this before I haven't. The pace was accelerating... Sensations could be divided into cycles: push forward – it jumps slightly up, becomes slippery and blissful inside, Something presses harder on the bladder, she wants to pee, waning - and she slaps her buttocks on his hips, experiences post-bliss, and then the wave overtakes her again... And so from time in a while... time after time... even faster... The sensations are sharpened, more, more, more!, Yet!!! YET!!! The tremors inside stopped, and something warm dripped onto her tummy... His hand came to replace it... His fingers slid along the top of the slit, then looked inside... I desperately wanted to pee... And at the same time, she felt that the pinnacle of bliss was about to be reached Closer... More, more.. Faster... Oh no! I want to pee... I want to pee... I REALLY WANT TO PEE... orgasmic convulsions pierced her body... The sphincter loosened, and from the slit, right on his hands and jeans a few streams splashed... The girl hung on his neck, breathing heavily, kissed him. The residual waves dashingly ran through his body, gradually fading away. To replace they had a strong desire to be relieved... She is sat on his lap, limp as a melted candle, until she realized that if if he does not make an attempt to get up immediately, he will do it directly on him... Collecting strength, began to rise. -To me We need to move away! she said. - Or I'll fill everything here now! Rising up, For some reason, she lifted her skirt, took a step, and forgot what was in her blood Alcohol was bubbling, I stumbled and almost lost my balance. The guy in time for her He picked it up and did not let it fall. Taking a few more steps forward, she I felt that if I did not do "this" in the next minute, then the body itself will take care of everything. However, conscience, or what Dr. Freud called the "superego," continued to dominate her, and she instinctively sought a secluded place in the conditions of of the remaining strength. After walking a few more steps, she found to her annoyance that not only did she not hide, but on the contrary, she went out into an open place, besides, she had already engaged in the same business by a company of young people. And as luck would have it, it was on this moment I felt that I could no longer - the contents of the bladder were already seeped out, flowed down my thigh in a small stream. By inertia, I did more a couple of steps, she stopped. The young men looked at her curiously. It was too late to be shy - she pulled off her thong, at the same time sitting down, lifted her skirt, and immediately felt a powerful jet ricochet off from the ground, and in the form of a spray it returned back, so that in a few seconds its her buttocks became wet. But all this was nothing compared to the ecstasy that she was experiencing at that moment. The pressure of the jet soon decreased, but now A puddle was blurring beneath her. Then, suddenly, a narrow stream rushed forward, flooding the heels and toes of women's shoes. The flow of the jet almost stopped, making the final staccato, after which completely disappeared. The shores of the small "lake" threatened to flood the shoes. The girl abruptly stood up and jumped aside. "Reservoir" made another one attempt to expand and gradually began to decline, until finally dissolved in the ground. Only softened black soil, which turned into clay slurry, testified that not so long ago something had spilled in this place. The girl pulled on her thong, straightened her skirt and only now noticed the aspiring the views of young people on it. They They resembled the statue of the "Manneken Pis", only unlike the Brussels one exhibit, their eyes were lively, and a moment ago they had been attentively watching another statue – "girl". She realized that she had just sung the main Role in the mini-play Special for Man. -What Staring? Have you ever seen naked girls? She reproached them. Young people They were silent, turning away in shame. However In fact, she was disingenuous. Instead of feeling ashamed and blush, as befits a decent girl, she felt very good inside and she I thought "there is nothing cooler than peeing after orgasm." Only now She remembered that the stranger was waiting for her on the bench. The girl did not return to and went in the opposite direction: I went out onto the path and went back to the café.
  3. Although I've been turned on by desperation and peeing for a while, I've never actually engaged in naughty peeing. I've always been too scared and run to the toilet at the last minute. Today, however, that has all changed. As I had the day off work, I decided to go for a walk somewhere I've been wanting to visit for a while. This was about an hour and a half away from home and as I usually would, I peed before I left. The journey took me deep into the Pennines and through the moors with loose sheep and views for miles. As I pulled off the main road, I had a bit of a niggle that I needed to go but didn't think it would be a problem and I could wait until I got to my destination. How wrong I was. The road took me over a cattle grid and all of the vibrations shook my bladder and made me realise that I wasn't going to be able to wait the hour I had left of my journey. Not too worry I thought, there's bound to be a pub or somewhere I can pull over. Wrong again. Everywhere I drove by was shut and I was getting more and more desperate. As I was on the moors, the land was high and flat too with the open road stretching on into the distance. As I held my crotch as I drove, I realised I was going to have to pull over and try and hide somehow so I could pee. It wasn't even a possibility of finding any actual loo, it was situation critical. As I came to the top of the next hill, hand still jammed in my crotch, I spotted a layby which thankfully had a raised verge and then a track behind it. This was it. My heart was pounding but my bladder was insistent. I hurriedly climbed out of the car and set off down the track. Luckily, I had good views in both directions so I was able to find the bend of the track where I wouldn't be seen from either side. This was it. Hands shaking I undid my belt and quickly yanked down my jeans and knickers, squatting as I did so. No sooner had I pulled my clothes out of the way, my pee burst out and splattered onto the ground. I must have peed for over a minute and definitely moaned in relief. When I was done, I shook myself off and pulled up my knickers and jeans. The ground was so wet that there was no evidence of my pee, it had soaked straight in. I was a bit disappointed as I wanted to see the size of my puddle but that must be an adventure for another day. Feeling much relieved, I walked back to the car and sat for a few minutes taking in what I had just done before noticing that the damp in my knickers wasn't just escaped pee droplets. I wasn't brave enough to deal with that in the open today! As I drove home, I did wonder if I could stop again but alas torrential rain spoiled my fun!
  4. Okay, the story of my first unplanned wetting this weekend. I was at a festival, somewhat late at night, with a good friend. We had been drinking beer and we had also been sharing a large mixed drink in a 1.5 liter water bottle. We were both pretty drunk, the music was great, and we were having a fantastic time, but all those liquids were starting to catch up to me and I could feel a growing pleasant pressure in my bladder. My friend wasn't showing any signs of desperation yet - figures - I have an overactive bladder so I always feel it first and worse. At this point in the evening, we had just finished hearing a concert and had headed to a busy street that was closed off for the festival, which was packed with people queuing up to get into clubs or dancing in small street parties outside. I tried to hold on a little because I knew my friend - lets call her Sarah - wanted to get into a club. But soon I felt the first wave of desperation hit me and I felt a couple drops escape. Nothing major, just enough to dampen my underwear, but enough to make me alert Sarah that I needed to find a bathroom. This next part is going to sound like an omo cliché - I'm aware because as it was happening that was the first thing I thought: is this actually for real? We asked if I could use the bathroom at an A&W, it was closed. At a Wendy's: closed. Starbucks: not available unless you bought something. I considered it, but I was worried I could lose control in the line inside and I told Sarah that, so we kept looking. We tried a convenience store but they didn't even have a washroom (they probably just didn't want us to use it). It seemed that literally every establishment we tried had closed their bathrooms for the festival weekend, a really smart move when there would be tons of people drinking alcohol and getting desperate. So Sarah decided we should try a club with a shorter line, even though it wasn't the one we wanted to go to. Since it was an emergency, she thought maybe I could just go in, use the washroom and then find the club we wanted to go to after. The line was shorter than most of the other clubs, but it was still a good 15 or 20 minutes, and I started feeling more and more of the telltale waves of intense desperation that come with overactive bladder. I was drunk, so I was having a hard time hiding them on my face and in my body language, and with each wave, I felt my sphincter get a little closer to giving up. On the next wave, I resolved myself to release a few trickles into my pants, just to ease off the pressure. I waited, chatting with Sarah, and like clockwork, the familiar wave hit. Perhaps overreacting to the promise of what I was about to do, I felt my tired sphincter give up and the floodgates open all on their own. Splash, my bladder released all at once, filling my underwear, flooding my dark cargo pants, and streaming right down my legs into my shoes. Thankfully, the music and the din of people talking all around us in the crowd was quite loud, so Sarah somehow didn't hear the spattering of me pissing my pants and the pavement, RIGHT beside her. The people in line behind us must have seen though, because those cargo pants glisten like nobody's business when wet, and there were definitely streams splashing onto the concrete for a solid several seconds. Realizing there was no point in hiding the obvious, I nudged Sarah and giggled, "I just peed my pants". Just matter of fact. What else was I supposed to say? It was obvious enough if you looked and it would be more embarrassing if I didn't just own it. I distinctly remember her asking, "like a lot or a little". Well it was supposed to be a little... "Let's just say I don't have to pee at all anymore". Her eyes got wide and she laughed again, looking down to examine my wet pants. She never looked disgusted or grossed out, just amused. "I bet if you told them you pissed yourself they'd let you jump the line and go in to change," she suggested. "Yeah I'm not gonna do that," I laughed. We decided to just leave the line and make our way back through the busy crowd, me in my soaked cargo pants, toward the club we had been wanting to go to. It was a half hour wait, but I assured Sarah I didn't mind as long as I got to change eventually. It was dark, my pants were dark, and most people were drunk and totally consumed with themselves, so nobody paid attention. The cooling pee against the night breeze felt lovely on my legs and crotch and I was able to change when we got into the club. I had come prepared and brought a pair of short, loose black shorts - these ones quick dry. We'd been drinking more in the line though, and some water too to stay hydrated, so those shorts didn't stay dry for long. I wouldn't have left a mess for people to slip in/clean up in the club, but I did release enough dribbles in my shorts while dancing throughout the night to nicely dampen my bum and since the shorts were loose, some streaks escaped onto my thighs. As the night wore on, Sarah ended up kissing me and once my shorts had dried a bit, we danced really close together. I don't know if she was into me wetting, or just didn't think it was a big deal, but we certainly didn't let it put a damper (haha) on a great night.
  5. I think these urinals are the type that you might find in public, but I'm not sure. Either way, looks like these 2 might've discovered a new fetish they never knew they had.
  6. Just 3 Days ago I saw another crazy hot desperation by my best friend and co-worker Elizabeth. Some of you might already know Elizabeth from my Story "Urgent Office Desperation" and i tell you her desperations are always super hot because of her pee shyness. For those of you who don't know Elizabeth, she is 24 Years old about 5'6, 125lbs with a fit but still kinda "thick" figure. Elizabeth has Black Curly Hair that reach to her Shoulders and a super pretty face. Elizabeth is one of those Girls, who is super pretty for pretty much no reason and because of that never had a Boyfriend in her life. Elizabeth has a Big Problem with her Pee Shyness that appears to get bigger and bigger by the Years. In her youth i could never recall her holding her pee desperately, but now she appears to run from one desperation into another. 3 Days ago, Elizabeth and i both had our last working Days of the Year and it was amazing. Because it was the Last Day of Work for us two our Boss Daniela decided that we would start of the Day with a quick Department intern breakfast. Elizabeth was drinking alot of Tea in that time, when we started with work nothing Special happened. The Day went by and Elizabeth, as usual, hadn't used the bathroom all day. By now it was half past three, so the working day was pretty much nearly done. We only had our End of the Year department Meeting left. Usually we didn't get of Work this soon, so i thought i would ask Elizabeth if she wanted to go to a small Bistro that just opened. Elizabeth was happily agreed, now i know what some of you might think. Was this a Date? No, we both had known each other since early childhood and were like siblings to each other. We are too close to get together and we both know it. Both of us and our other co-workers Kevin and Marc all made our way to the Conference-room to listen to Daniela one Last Time this Year. Elizabeth next to me was kinda fidgety, that caught my attention just a little bit. Elizabeth had one super desperate Holding in this Room once before and looks just a bit desperate here again. Again, i have to ask you to look Up "Urgent Office Desperation" to get the full Backstory on this. Elizabeth was fanning her knees in her tight light blue Jeans ever so slightly. After just a few minutes she started to cross and uncross her legs every 30 or so Seconds. The Meeting ended after 45 Minutes, Elizabeth was sitting with crossed legs for the majority of the time. Both of us quickly made our way to my Car, the Bistro was about 25 Minutes away, so i took the opportunity and went in our Company's Bathroom before leaving. Even tho Elizabeth was clearly desperate she waited outside for me, her pee shyness must have taken over her common sense at this Point. Well at least she could go in the Bistro, if she really needed to go..... While we were driving to the Bistro nothing much happened, Elizabeth was just sitting with her legs crossed the entire drive. After about half an Hour we finally arrived at the Bistro, the Bistro was fully booked. We were sat next to each other in a Corner table. Elizabeth and I waited a few minutes and then the Waitress took the our Order, even before our Food arrived Elizabeth had already downed nearly half a liter of Water. For some reason her desperation did not increase at all, you could even say that it decreased the more she drank. About 10 Minutes later our Food arrived, it was very good. I mean it was really good, i haven't had this good of a meal in a Long Time and Elizabeth agreed, she was very happy with the food. After we finished our Main Course we ordered some Dessert. While we were waiting Elizabeth grew very desperate in a short time, she re-positioned herself and sat on her heels. But she must have quickly realised that this might have looked weird and sat down normally again. With that she started to hold herself at the crotch, you could see that her desperation was getting bad now. It went higher and higher at a rapid pace, only a minute or so later she started to desperately fan her legs. She had a very worried look in her Eyes and was really at the verge of peeing herself. Out of nowhere Elizabeth excused herself and asked the waiter for the bathroom, which was super out of Character from her. So she was away for a few Minutes, in the meantime our Dessert came and i started to slowly eat the carrot cake that we ordered. A few Minutes later Elizabeth came back, she sat down but something didn't feel right. She quickly ate the cake and waited for me with a impatient look, i got a quick look at Elizabeth's legs under the table, her legs were crossed and she held her crotch. I quietly asked her if she went to the bathroom, but I could tell from her look that that probably wasn't the case. So I quickly finished my cake and asked for the bill, but Elizabeth's situation was getting worse by the second, it was clear to me that I had to act quickly and that in a few minutes it might be too late. After a while the bill came, I paid the bill very quickly and gave the waiter a little tip. At the same time, Elizabeth could no longer sit still she was bouncing in her Seat while grabbing her crotch super tight, also to help her bladder she even double crossed her legs as tight as she could (maybe even tripple crossing at one Point), again just like in her Office Desperation just a few weeks ago to a point, which would make you think as if her legs could snap at any second from the sheer pressure and tightness of the double cross. But she was able to pull herself together, got up safely and we both walked to the car slowly. Every few steps she stopped and crossed her legs while holding herself like a little girl. I asked her if she was able to hold it until home, but she said she probably couldn't. Now we had a huge problem, the pee shy Elizabeth was in PUBLIC and couldn't hold it anymore. Eventually we got into the Car and drove off, Elizabeth was double crossing her legs the entire Journey while holding herself and bouncing up and down in her seat. She was for sure slowly loosing it, a wet patch slowly formed on her light blue jeans with each passing Minute it slightly grew. Out of Nowhere Elizabeth asked me to Stop the Car, we were in the middle of nowhere in the woods. She got out and bounced from one foot to the other while holding herself at the crotch. She asked me if i could make sure no one is watching her, then she quickly disappeared behind a bush and returned shortly afterwards, very relieved. We got Back into the Car and i asked her if she was able to empty her Bladder now. She just nodded her head and gave me a small smile. I think she learned her lesson with this desperation, even tho she was amazing at holding her pee sometimes the desperation gets to big to keep it back. This Desperation could have ended in disaster, something like a full Public wetting, but luckily for her it didn't. Since then i had her at my Place twice and both times she went to the bathroom after Holding it for a bit. So at the end of the Day she is still a bit shy when going to Bathrooms elsewhere than hers, but she has improved a lot.
  7. This is my first attempt at fiction and I’m hoping to make this an ongoing series. Please let me know if you have any feedback. I’d also be open to doing commissions. Carli was, in most aspects of her life, totally in control and in charge. She had a great job as a manager at her favorite clothing boutique and was well-liked and respected. She was a perfectionist and always looked put together, as did her home. But there was one area where she was not in charge and in control - she liked to be told when and where to pee. Now, despite sometimes getting desperate for a tinkle when she was at work, this was something she really turned off and on. It was an extension of her sex life with her boyfriend Sam and he was more than happy to oblige. It started fairly innocently. They’d been out at a bar, drinking, and decided to head home. As soon as they walked out the front door, Carli had regrets. “Babe - maybe I should run back in and pee before we walk home.” Sam looked in through the front window at the crowds. “Nah… it’s a 10 minute walk, you can hold it.” By the time they reached the end of the block, she was fighting to not grab herself. He was too, but for a different reason. Watching his girlfriend being very visibly desperate to pee had turned him on immensely and his hardon was fighting against the fabric of his pants. Halfway home, Carli was fighting a losing battle. “I have to pee NOW. I'm not going to make it all the way home. What should I do?” Sam was a bit taken aback by the question. She needed to pee. She could pop a squat in one of the allies they were wandering their way through and easily relieve herself. But she asked him what to do. He snapped out of his reverie when he heard her whimper. Her hands were firmly between her legs and she was doing the potty dance to end all potty dances. “Baby… what do I DO?” Sam looked around for the best spot. He’d never had any desire to watch or control her pee but now it’s all he wanted. He pointed to a corner where he could keep watch and watch her, but that she’d be fairly hidden. “Go right there. Nobody’s around and I’ll keep guard.” That was all she needed to hear and she quickly went to the spot, pulling her panties to the side under her skirt, barely in time to release a waterfall of pee. And then she just couldn’t stop. She peed for over a minute while Sam watched. He didn’t even realize he was doing it but he gently started rubbing his cock through his pants. But she realized. Once she was finally relieved, she pulled her panties back into place and stood up, observing her massive puddle. “I told you I had to go! Looks like you might have to also?” She gestured at his thumb, still gently rubbing his cock through his pants. “Actually… well I guess since I just watched you almost have an accident then piss yourself in an alley I can tell you. I have never been more turned on in my life. The fact that you asked me what to do and it was almost like I had control of your pee. It was so hot and so unexpected and now I feel like my cock is going to explode if I don’t fuck you soon.” Carli smirked. She’d always sort of had a thing for pee holding and desperation, and it seemed like she had awoken something in her boyfriend that could end up being a lot of fun. “Well ok then… let’s get you home and we can doing something about that.” She grabbed his hand and took him home and into a totally new space for them. To be continued…
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  9. After 4 hours of sports in the summer sun wearing black long sleeves I was very thirsty. I had a 2 hour drive where I was rehydrating, I needed something from the store and I needed to pee pretty bad. I was going to use the bathroom but decided I didn't want to do that, I wanted to be a little naughty. I was going to use a cup and emtied the ice and was getting it ready when the steering wheel and my shorts were getting in my way. So I decided to just roll my shorts up and pee. Hope you all enjoy. I thought my floor matt was going to catch most of it but I over shot and have a soaked floorboard. 20230624_202937.mp4
  10. She was feeling naughty, so she decided to pee in a sandbox at night when none was around. Credit to arisu kazumi for the art.
  11. View File Fearless lady in public Bold lady plays with herself in public then pees for the whole downtown to see Submitter IvyWilliams89 Submitted 06/07/2023 Category Female  
  12. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Average spanish village festival enjoyer. Or when you have to piss but it's 4 am and you can't go home.
  13. Originally requested by @LifeIsStrange One of the worst things you could do is drink a large beverage at a club right before a mission. Julie was close to wetting herself, but luckily, she found an obscure alleyway where no one is around. So she snuck there and squatted for a pee, in which her pee stream trailed about 70 yards long. She could only hope she isn't caught as Julie continues peeing.
  14. Having such a weak bladder, Poizen really couldn’t wait until there was a free stall available so she decided to relieve herself into a decorative plant placed in the ladies room. It’s already overflowing with her fluids and spilling onto the floor but her bladder is nowhere near empty! She can either try to stop the stream and find somewhere else to pee or simply add to the growing puddle… either way the feeling of peeing somewhere this public makes her feel all tingly with excitement ❤️ If you have any requests for where you’d like Poizen to pee in or wet themselves feel free to leave those in the comments! Also please specify if you want the female or male version of them 🙂
  15. It's never a good feeling when you have to go and someone else is hogging the bathroom in the shop. Margarita has the unfortunate experience and is forced to go behind her shop to pee, hoping no one sees her as her pee trail gets longer as she continues peeing. Margarita from The Casagrandes
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