The diverted flight

[jtlovespee 87]

This is a very true experience that happened about a year ago but has stuck with me.

I was on a flight to Chicago and it was uneventful until the last 30 minutes. Heavy turbulence began and it was clear we were nearing a storm. After about 5 minutes our pilot came on the PA sounding flustered “ladies and gentleman, we have lost our computer and radar upfront and since we are heading into a storm, we don’t want to risk it an will be diverting.

Of course everyone on the plane had a million questions and was nervous. Thankfully after another 30 minutes we landed safely.

the pilot came out of the cockpit and told everyone they couldn’t get up or get off the plane as a plan had to be made and everyone needed to be counted. That’s when I noticed the cute 35 year old woman in the row in front of me looking panicked. 
 

I took notice and happened to see what she was texting to her husband “yes I’m ok, but I have to pee so bad. Like I’m going to pee myself and I don’t know what to do.”

needless to say I felt bad but also was ver very interested. After another minute or two, she turned around and said, when do you think they’ll let us off? I said I hope soon!!! She nodded and said me too. I’ve had to pee for an hour and am bursting. She switched positions to sit on her heel.

 

I made small talk and told her I had been there and to just hang on. A flight attendant came by and she whispered to her, “can I just use the bathroom quick? I’m bursting!” The 25 year old flight attendant looked nervous and whispered back that she would but she would get in trouble. Then she said that she also was in the same boat and crossed her legs.” Both the girls chuckled a little. I was trying to contain myself.

The woman was squirming a lot. She was a cutie too. Girl next door type in jeans and a t shirt. Finally they let’s us get off the plane. The whole way down the isle her legs were clenched and she did a nervous run to the bathroom once we got into the terminal.

I went and emptied my bladder too and came back out of the men’s room to the woman coming out of the ladies room. I quickly scanned for any damage but couldn’t see any wet spots. Darn.

she spotted me and we walked toward the ticket counter together to figure out what our next plan was.

as we walked I asked her if she felt better. She said oh my god yes, it was the worse it has ever been. I said well at least you made it right?? Her reply is what has made me remember this vividly... “mostly!”

We both had a good laugh and I said “mostly? What’s that mean” she says, “do I need to spell it out!  let’s just say I’m glad carry an extra pair of underwear in my purse” and smiled.

by jaw was visibly dropped but the moment was broken by the gate agent yelling next. That was the last I saw of her. One of the best memories I’ve ever had in this fetish.

[wettingman 905]

While this is a good story, I am not sure I believe it. With the high seat backs how did you even see her, let alone  read her texts. You would have to be very close even if she was next to you for you to read her text.

Perhaps you should have posted this in fiction. 

[jtlovespee 87]

I assure you, this really happened.  I’d be happy to post in fiction if it were fiction. It was a smaller plane with two seats on either side of the isle, and I was leaned forward. 

[rachelkirwan 8,271]

Another smart lady who carries a spare pair of panties, just in case

[Nick97 9]

So she must wet herself in the past (or leaked) 

[Anna B 222]

This rings so true! A few years ago I was on a flight of several hours and had been putting off going to the toilet, hoping to make it through the whole flight without going, as I didn't want the embarrassment of admitting to strangers that I need to pee by pushing past them from my window seat go to the toilet. (I've always been illogically embarrassed about other people knowing I need the toilet, and the worse I need to go the greater the embarrassment!) But about an hour from our expected landing time I was getting so full from the supplied drinks that I resigned myself to having to go after all. But I didn't want to be standing out in front of everyone waiting in a line (making it obvious to even more people that I was needing to pee) so I kept watching the line to see when it disappeared before getting up. But before I got the chance to go, we hit turbulence and the seat belt sign came on. Eventually it went off, but of course as soon as it did the toilet line immediately formed again. I was needing to go quite badly by now, but we were also closer to our scheduled landing time, and I wasted time contemplating whether to go out and join the line, or if I could safely wait until we landed after all. And in that time, due to the weather conditions, our landing was delayed and we were put into a holding pattern. For some reason this meant that the seat belt sign came on and stayed on, although the turbulence seemed okay now. I remember looking longingly down at the lights of the city below, knowing that there were friendly and much needed toilets awaiting down there in the airport - so near and yet so utterly remote!

After what seemed like ages we were finally allowed to land, much to my mental relief! At least now the end was in sight. I did manage to hold on, but by the time we were on the ground I was having to put a huge and never ending effort into holding back all that pee. To my dismay there was even more delay then before we were allowed to get up to start disembarking. Holding on for dear life, I felt dangerously close to my limit. Even the walk out of the plane and into the terminal seemed to stretch impossibly far ahead of me, and it brought it home to me that I didn't even know where to find a toilet once we were in there. As we edged frustratingly slowly along the aisles I really felt scared that I might not make it, and decided that I'd just have to use the toilet on the plane, even though we were now getting off. That was embarrassing in itself, because it carried the implication that I couldn't even hold on long enough to get into the terminal, but I was now truly desperate; I HAD to go, and NOW!

There had been no one else going into the toilet as I inched closer along the packed aisle (continuing to shuffle even when I wasn't able to move forward), but just when I was almost there someone else did go in. I briefly considered again the possibility of waiting until I got into the terminal, but quickly rejected that, knowing I really didn't have that much time. I waited outside the toilet door, but I absolutely could NOT stand still and had to keep shuffling, ignoring the feelings of imminent loss of control and reassuring myself that I wouldn't wet myself. But then a big spurt escaped and in a semi-panic I grabbed myself hard between my legs, frantic to try to avoid completely losing control. I turned away from those in the aisle, but I couldn't stop squirming, and had to hold myself most of the time until the toilet door finally opened. I couldn't help spurting a couple more times before I finally got onto the toilet, and there was a small wet patch in my jeans when I checked before leaving the toilet, but it was mainly just between my legs and I didn't think it would be really noticeable unless someone was really looking closely.

It was a very close call!

 

[Lasseman 16]

Wow AnnaB that’s close!