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Since i have been on this forum a long time, but have so far only written some fiction, I thought it was time that i started a thread recounting some of the desperation i have experienced or witnessed (or both). I am not going to do this in any sort of order, either chronologically or other, but just give some of the instances of desperation I have encountered over the (many) years that I have been interested in this. The stories will be mixed from my teen years, college, work and other experiences – but this thread will be for actual experiences or sightings only. Warning for those not into it: there will be some stories including poo desperation, but I will mark those at the top of the post. I´ll start off with a short story that's just a few weeks past when I was meeting my cousin (she´s 22 and in college) for coffee after her classes. I was waiting for her outside the university and since I went to a different one I don´t know that area of town very well. As usually happens, I needed a pee, but not badly enough for me to go off and look for a public bathroom or hunt through the university for one – I do like public desperation after all. Soon my cousin found my cross-legged self and we started moving towards a starbucks (I don´t really like their coffee, but my cousin does – I do like their bathrooms though;) ). As we walked through the city, I noticed that at each stop for a red light or so my cousin for jiggle one leg or the other and slightly angle it towards her other leg to press her tights together subtly. Probably not enough for casual observation of any need to use a toilet – but for me (and most other desp lovers probably!) it pretty much screamed “I need to go!” Needless to say, by the time we reached Starbucks my interest was up and I kept an eye on her movement. Since she is usually very shy about bathroom needs I didn´t expect her to go charging off towards the toilet or say anything overtly. She is petite, with shoulder-length blonde hair, slim and very sporty with great legs. She was wearing tight pants – I was in a skirt. So we got our orders in and both waited cross-legged for them to finish the coffees, then she lead us to a table where, either by design or, more likely, intent we could see the bathroom – unisex and single-stall. Now I wasn´t really desperate or anything, but she clearly was as she immediately grimaced when she saw that there was a girl already waiting for the toilet. When she sat down, she crossed her legs at the ankles and bounced the upper leg quite rapidly, while I just crossed mine casually (sitting down the “casual” female sitting pose with crossed legs helps a lot for me to hold it). We sipped our coffees and talked, while she kept glancing over at the toilet every minute at least, but sadly (for her, not for me;) ) there was a steady stream of customers so that whenever a person went in, somebody else would arrive to wait for them before they came out. I was getting quite a show as she started sliding around in her chair and being more and more obvious, and I expect that as soon as the toilet was ever free she´s immediately bolt – and I also really wanted to see her pee dance, I admit. So when a couple formed another line for the loo, I took my chance, got up and said “I really need to pee, I better go queue before more people join” and joined them. As I thought, she followed right away and we got in line behind the couple (they didn´t show any sign of desperation). I did a kind of low-key pee dance – step from foot to foot and cross my legs from time to time, while keeping a hopefully casual eye on her. She was still angling her legs together to keep them pressed together and was bending her knees quite rapidly, legs close together. She also had her hands in her pockets and looked REALLY uncomfortable – she is one of those girls that avoid standing in line if possible at all just because it shows everybody that you have to go (I hate those people:p). As the other people were very quick, I only had maybe 3-4 minutes of watching her dance around, but that was quite a cute sight! When I was about to go in I smiled and asked her if she needed to go first, and she blushed bright red and said “yes i´m dying for the bathroom” and went in to do a very quick and forceful pee. After I´d gone too, I asked her why she´d gotten so desperate and she admitted that she hated going in the university toilets and held it on purpose. That was one of the very few times I´ve ever seen this cousin needing the toilet – she usually plans ahead and goes at every opportunity, because as mentioned she hates admitting or showing her need. I hope you enjoyed reading the story, and I hope to post more in this thread! Comments or questions are of course always welcome and I´m always happy to chat to other desperation/bathroom line loversJ Hugs, Mely