Hannah's Swimming Disaster

[pleasehurry 167]

Hannah was a 20 year old fitness fanatic. She possesed striking blonde curly hair, and a petite body. Hannah was also exceedingly shy, and today was sat on the back of the coach listening to music in a frantic attempt to distract herself. Hannah was making the long journey to London from her home in Cornwall for her first competitive swimming competition. A momentous occasion and something that Hannah was really looking forward to. There was just one issue however, Hannah was absolutely bursting to pee. 

 

She had first felt the signs of needing a wee over two hours ago, and now such need had grown exponentially to a level where Hannah was in serious danger of wetting herself. With her legs tightly crossed, Hannah couldn't think about anything else than using the bathroom at the services they were pulling into. Honestly, Hannah didn't know what she would have done if they were not stopping, as the thought of holding on for another hour to her final  destination sent shivers up her spine. 

 

First to undo her seat belt, Hannah rose to her feet immediately and rushed off the bus. Hands tightly gripping the bottom of her miniskirt, Hannah was walking at a noticeably fast pace, eager to get her tired body over a loo and unleash a torrent of desperate  wee. 

 

"OMG, I'm so desperate" 

 

Hannah's brain was screaming at her so loudly she almost felt she had uttered those words out loud. Even though Hannah was just about to enter the customer toilets she still felt unbelievably stressed. Hannah knew she was reaching the end of her ability to hold on, and was in danger of leaking into her yellow  panties if her own relief was denied  for much longer. 

 

Slamming the cubicle door open and shut again, Hannah couldn't help but smile. Forcing down her skirt and knickers in one swift movement, Hannah immediately threw her bare ass on the toilet.

Hssssssssss 

Pee noisily gushed out of Hannah's neatly trimmed pussy at a rapid rate. The relief was immense, and Hannah audibly gasped in response. Thank God, Thank God. With her stream showing no signs of letting up, Hannah buried her blushing face in her hands and noticed her knees visably shaking. The torrent of wee leaving the 20 year old showed no sign of letting up until at least 90 seconds, after which her stream began to slowly decline in power. 

 

Standing up, Hannah pulled her knickers back up, noticing a small wet spot on their crotch. She really has only just made it in time, and Hannah promised herself that nothing as stressful will occur again this weekend.

 

Hannah left the bathroom to rejoin the coach, unaware that that was the last time she would be able to use a loo in a *long* time.

 

End of part 1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Macson 20]

Surprisingly good for how short it is. Looking forward to part 2.

[pleasehurry 167]

Two hours later and Hannah was still on the coach. Bad traffic upon entry to London had delayed her arrival to Victoria coach park by over an hour. Hannah was unbelievably grateful that she had had the opportunity to use the bathroom at the services. There was absolutely no way on Earth she could have kept waiting this long without a full blown accident. The damp patch in Hannah's frilly yellow knickers had only just dried out, and reminded her that even though she was an adult it was still possible to reach a stage of desperation where holding on is just too difficult.

Other adults on the busy coach were not so relaxed about the situation as the coach slowly progressed into central London. Unknown to Hannah but the coach driver himself had become so desperate to pee, he was grabbing at his tired cock constantly through his work trousers. Just a couple of rows back, Julie, a single mum, was regretting the strong coffee she had had at the last services for multiple reasons. She closed her eyes in panic and her stomach gurgled loudly for the 3rd time in as many minutes. The worst however, was sat just two rows in front of Hannah. Gemma was a 30 year old newly qualified teacher - with striking ginger hair. She had considered going for a wee at the last services, but her general dislike for public toilets meant she had decided against it. That had now proved to be a massive massive mistake, and as the coach went over another large speed bump, a second large leak escaped Gemma's exhausted pussy, and dripped through her wet ginger bush. Gemma had never had to wee so badly in her life, and the large ankle brace she had on from her earlier fall, was preventing her from crossing her long athletic legs, an action Gemma longed to do. 

As they finally pulled into Victoria station 15 minutes later, Hannah was completely unaware of the severe levels of desperation being experienced by some members of the public around her. Julie had got up so quickly, that Hannah hadn't even noticed her being the first person to rush off the coach in a frantic search for the toilet. Hannah, now had a short journey on the underground to make before she could check in to the premier Inn hotel she bad booked in East London. Glad to be stretching her legs, Hannah began to Google where the nearest entry to the underground was and made her way out of the coach to the fresh air, thanking the driver as she did. 

Last off the coach was Gemma, who's crutches made progress slow, even though she urgently needed to hurry if she was to make it to the toilet. As soon as she was off the coach, the driver sighed loudly. He had to clean the coach before he was allowed to leave, but not before quicky grabbing an empty bottle and pulling out his shaking dick. Embarrassed, but left with no other choice, the driver simply had to have relief. Checking the coast was clear around him, he finally began to fill the bottle with a clear torrent of urgent pee. Sighing as he did, the coach driver remarked at how lucky he was to be male, unsure what he would have done if he was women is such a bursting situation.

 

Within Victoria station, the cleaning office had a call to pick up. "Ah, not again". The cleaners had been informed that their had been an incident just outside the customer toilets, and the mop and wet floor signs needed to be deployed. "Bloody children - why can't they wait until they are inside the toilet", the janitor remarked. He was, of course, unaware that the source of the accident was a 30 year old women. Gemma has tried her hardest, her absolute best, to hobble on her crutches to the loo without letting any further leaks spurt into her already saturated thong. Gemma had never experienced a level of desperation like it, and viewing the long queue the women's loos had been the final straw. Her ginger pussy contorted under her tight jeans and gave up, and Gemma began to fully wet herself in the line for the loo, in full view of the public.

As Hannah made her way down the escalator to the underground, she reflected on her earlier desperation. God she was so bursting. Hannah wondered just how common it was for adults to get themselves in such a situation, and dismissed the thought as she realised they were almost certainly rare. 

[pguy69 172]

Good work again! I hop Hannah has a long afternoon ahead of her?!

[pleasehurry 167]

Hannah's tube journey had gone quickly, as she headed to Liverpool Street underground stop, which happened to be the closest to her hotel room. The tube was surprisingly quiet, though Hannah was sat next to a couple that has been arguing for the last five minutes. The girlfriend, who was sporting some dark black running clothes was moaning to her partner.

"It's okay for men, you can just go next to a tree. It's just so unfair" 

Hannah noticed the strangers ankles turning on their heals and her hands tapping relentlessly on their legs. It was clear to Hannah that the stranger was needing a wee.

"Honestly Ben, I've seriously been holding this since halfway round our run, and I was desperate when I tried to go afterwards. Like I get that covid means we have to be careful, but I don't know what the government expects us to do when every public loo is closed... I can't hold on forever.

The poor stranger looked exasperated, as she shifted her weight in her seat once more. 

"I'm going to have to get off at Liverpool Street and find a loo, sorry Ben, but you cannot keep expecting me to hold on indefinitely"

Hannah felt sorry for the stranger, sympathising with her situation as it reminded her of her own level of desperation she had felt earlier on the coach. Hannah wondered if the stranger was just as bursting as she had been, particularly as it sounded like she has been holding on for a while. Hannah reflected on the fact that maybe what had happened to her earlier wasn't that rare, but actually it was fairly common for adults to get really desperate for the loo.

As soon as the train pulled in to Liverpool Street, the stranger next to Hannah got to her feet and rushed off the tube, clearly relieved. She walked immediately at at a brisk pace in the general direction of the main station loos, not even waiting for her partner. Hannah thought nothing more of her encounter and decided to go to Costa. The dry air-conditioning of the underground had made Hannah unbelievably thirsty, and she was prepared to wait in a sizeable queue for a large vanilla latte and a bottle of water, both of which Hannah downed very quickly once she had eventually be served. 

Walking out of the station, Hannah noticed the girl in her gymwear still standing in an immense queue for the ladies. Covid had meant that the station loos were the only ones open for miles  - with several ladies impatiently waiting outside to finally have an opportunity to relieve themselves. Most impatient of all was Elizabeth (the stranger), a poor 19 year old who had first started to need a wee almost 4 hours ago during a run with her partner. She had since tried to remain calm in front of her boyfriend, even when every public toilet she had tried to use since was shut. But Elizabeth was now struggling big time. She had been stood bursting in line for the last 20 minutes, partially angry at the length of the queue but mainly just panicking that wee was about to leak down her tightly crossed legs. Elizabeth was dying to piss and in a complete frenzy, wildly dancing in front of everyone. 

"Oh it's no good" Elizabeth stated out loud, as a thick blast of urine momentarily erupted into her tight leggings. Dazed and unsure what to do Elizabeth did the first thing that instinctively came into her head. With her hands now openly dug into her wet crotch, Hannah left the line and ran straight into the male toilets, praying there would be a free cubicle. That wasn't the case, despite Elizabeth now banging at the single male cubicle door. 

 

"Oh fuck this" - Elizabeth frustratingly shouted at the top of her lungs as another massive shudder of pee dripped out of her tired body. 

"I'm so fucking bursting"

Now in a full on rage, Liz dropped her leggings and small white knickers in front of everyone. She should have been embarrassed, but truthfully Liz was just angry. Angry that it was so bloody difficult for women to find somewhere to pee these days. Angry that her partner could just go in public whenever he liked. Angry at the size of the queue whilst the men's had none. Hurrying to the nearest urinal, Liz's round ass was on show to all the men in the customer toilets.

Liz stood facing the urinal, as wee immediately blasted out of her shaved pussy and made a complete mess down the drain in front of her. Her aim was as you would expect awful. Not that Liz could see mind you, the relief felt so good that her eyes had rolled and were now shut as she finally emptied her full bladder whilst gasping loudly, much to the bafflement of the men around her.

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Hannah made her way out of the station and into the fresh air. It shouldn't be a long walk for her to make it to her hotel. Which was probably a good thing, as the coffee and water she had downed earlier were already filtering into Hannah's little bladder. Though currently Hannah was not feeling any physical signs of having to go, not was she unaware of the disaster that would soon unravel.

 

End of part 3

 

Edited March 3 by pleasehurry (see edit history)

[WiiGuy86 127]

Loving this so far, can't wait for the next part!

[Drip 55]

This is really good! I'm super excited to see what you write next!

[pleasehurry 167]

Just 20 minutes later and Hannah had checked into her hotel. It was somewhat basic but ideal nonetheless, particularly for her short stay in London. Now that her long journey was over Hannah could finally relax a little and look forward to the swimming competition she had planned ahead. Tonight she was due to meet the rest of her team at a swimming pool for some light training, not too far from the hotel complex. 

First things first, Hannah wanted to change out of her knickers. Hannah was aware that in her intense desperation experienced on the coach earlier, she had not managed to completely get over the loo before some pent up wee had leaked into her small frilly pants. The thought sent pangs of embarassment into her mind. Putting on a clean white thong, Hannah once again reflected on the terror she had felt whilst trapped on that coach with an extremely full bladder. 

That was nearly four hours ago now, and whilst currently unnoticeable to Hannah, the fluids she had downed at Liverpool Street had finished filtering through her athletic body and the coffee Hannah had drank in her hotel room was now adding more liquid to her now far from empty bladder.

Unfortunately for Hannah, she didn't feel the first pangs of needing to go until about 10 minutes after she had left the hotel room. On route to the swimming pool, Hannah cursed, "why didn't I just go in my hotel room before I left". Hannah didn't seem to have learnt from her earlier ordeal - it was always best to use the loo whenever you had the opportunity to go. 

Just 15 minutes, the coffee Hannah had had in her hotel had finished filtering into her bladder. Hannah's pulse had quickened in the last five minutes as she had noticed her need to pee increase quite substantially. Back was the slight dull ache in poor Hannah's tummy, reminding her of the feeling she had experienced on the coach. Earlier Hannah had tried to ignore the dull ache, choosing to simply cross her legs on the coach. But Hannah now knew that it hadn't been long before her small bladder had changed from a dull ache into a screaming demand for release. Keen to avoid a repeat of that awful experience, Hannah decided she would find and use a public loo before she became anywhere close to desperate. Better to be safe than sorry.

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The public toilets at Victoria park were closed due to COVID restrictions. That hadn't stopped them being visited numerous times today however. Several women of all ages had walked up to them, keen to go to the toilet only to be let down by the closed sign. The latest was uni student Beth who had been out drinking cans of lager in the sun with her friends. Wearing t shirt and light blue denim jeans, Beth's curvy figure filled her tight clothes in an eye catching way. Just over an hour ago she had had to excuse herself from her friends circle, no longer able to ignore the beer sitting in her bladder. Beth had planned to nip home and use the loo before becoming desperate, but delay after delay, not least loosing her front door key, meant that Beth hadn't been able to gain the relief her body had required. In the last hour her need to wee had grown exponentially, such that Beth was now DESPERATE. Her final idea was using the public toilets at Victoria Park, which she had hobbled to with the occasional crotch grab. On approach, Beth began to undo her Jean buttons, eager to run into a stall and finally relax over a toilet. As Beth got closer to the loo she began imagining the relief she was about to experience, her legs and pussy trembling at the very idea. She had never had to use the loo so badly. 

Upon reading the closed sign Beth audibly gasped as tears sprang to her eyes. She had needed relief so much. Even though both of her hands were pressed into her crotch underneath her jeans, Beth's body couldn't help but begin to weaken it's hold. A loud hissing spurt soaked Beth's fingers as piss spluttered out of her tired pussy. As her jeans began to darken, Beth ran off towards the wooded area of the park....

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Next to be disappointed was Hannah, who had decided to use the toilets in Victoria park to avoid an earlier repeat of the coach ride. Upon reading the closed sign, she couldn't help but bite her lip in anxiety and curtsy slightly. Hannah was annoyed, but reassured herself. It wasn't a long walk until she was at the swimming pool and she could use the toilets there. She was just being ultra-careful anyway....

 

End of part 4....

Edited March 7 by pleasehurry (see edit history)

[WiiGuy86 127]

Hope you continue this, excellent scenarios