Despguy123 2,699 Posted October 12, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted October 12, 2017 I’ve been abroad on a business trip for the past few days and just flew back to the UK a few hours ago. After leaving the plane and heading towards border control I found myself walking behind a very attractive blonde-haired lady. She was slim, quite short, in her mid 20s and dressed professionally in a black business jacket, grey skirt, black tights and flat black shoes. As we walked, I noticed that she kept looking around, peering through every window and down every corridor we passed. As we got closer to border control and she started looking more worried, I wondered if she might be looking for the toilets, but I knew that the closest toilets were the other side of the passport checks so she was going to be disappointed. Sure enough, as we reached the border control area she slowed her pace when she saw the very long queue, glancing around again before joining the back of the queue with a frustrated sigh. A couple of seconds after we joined the queue, she quickly crossed her legs, bobbing very slightly on the spot as she pushed her thighs together. She looked quite frustrated, and I was pretty sure now that she needed a pee, but judging by the length of the queue snaking out in front of us we probably still had another 10-15 minutes to wait. She pulled out her phone and checked it, keeping her legs tightly crossed, occasionally glancing up towards the front of the line. Every so often the queue inched forwards slowly, and she had to uncross her legs to take a couple of steps, crossing them again tightly as soon as she stopped walking, bobbing a little each time as she tensed her thighs. Occasionally, if the queue hadn’t moved for a few seconds, she glanced up from her phone and sighed quietly, uncrossing her legs before quickly re-crossing them the other way. Sometimes, rather than cross her legs straight away after making a few steps forwards, she would stand with one knee bent towards the other for a few seconds, sometimes jiggling on the spot a little bit, staring down at the snaking queue with a look of frustration on her face. When we were about halfway down the line, she glanced round and recognised a couple of her colleagues (a man and a woman, both in their mid 20s) who were in the queue several places behind us. She smiled at them and said hello, and after a bit of small talk, she crossed her legs again and admitted her predicament. ‘I’m absolutely dying for the toilet’ she said quietly in a lovely southern English accent, smiling but looking a bit embarrassed, a delicate blush painting her cheeks. The man didn’t seem to care too much, but the woman gave her a sympathetic smile in return. ‘I really need the toilet’ she said, bobbing on the spot as if to emphasise how badly she needed to go, before turning her attention back to the front of the queue as it inched forward yet again, agonisingly slowly. As we got closer to the front, she was starting to look really frantic. She was still blushing, and couldn’t stand for more than a couple of seconds without crossing her legs. It looked to me like she was absolutely bursting to go for a wee, desperately trying to hang on for just a few more minutes, but was trying her hardest to stay professional and not dance around on the spot. The only thing she could do to help her wait was to keep her legs firmly crossed and squeeze her thighs together as tightly as she could, bobbing on the spot ever so slightly. She had put her phone away now, and all her attention was focused on the front of the queue as it continued to inch forward. Eventually, we got to the front and our passports were checked. I walked through to the next area and pulled out my phone to ring back some of my missed calls during the flight. I noticed someone pacing around close to where I was standing, and sure enough, it was the bursting lady from the queue. Even though the toilets were only a few metres away, she had decided to hang around and wait a few more seconds for her colleagues to join her. She was pacing back and forth impatiently, looking at her phone but constantly glancing up to check if her colleagues had come through yet. She was rosy-cheeked and flustered and couldn’t stand still at all, looking absolutely frantic now that relief was only seconds away after waiting so long. After a few seconds of urgent pacing, her male colleague came through border control and started wandering slowly over to her, engrossed in his phone. She quickly walked over and rolled her luggage case in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. ‘Could you look after my case for me while I go to the toilet?’ she said quickly, the urgency clear in her voice. It seemed though that he didn’t really understand what she was asking as English wasn’t his first language. He muttered something about there being toilets in the main arrivals bit of the airport. She crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot, failing to hide her frustration. ‘But there’s toilets there...’ she said, pointing towards the toilet doors, but he wasn’t really listening as he was too engrossed in whatever he was doing on his phone. Just then, her female colleague joined them, and asked what they were talking about. The desperate lady uncrossed her legs, and took a couple of steps towards the toilets. ‘No idea’ she said with a laugh, before quickly adding ‘would you mind looking after my case please? I really need the toilet’. Her colleague said of course, and she thanked her before walking quickly towards the loos. She came out a couple of minutes later looking extremely relieved! jaynebursting, rachelkirwan, WiiGuy86 and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
DespMely 287 Posted October 13, 2017 Share Posted October 13, 2017 Very nice sighting. Thanks for telling! Quote Link to comment
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