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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. 

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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....

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