By George Private.
My interest in “dirty toilet stories”, involving pretty young girls getting desperate, peeing themselves, or having to pee in public or at some unsuitable place (the street, a park, a men’s urinal…), started when I as a teenager read such a story, somewhat surprisingly published among other jokes in a Swedish family magazine. Below is my reiteration of this story from memory, and translated into English.
This story tells about a young teenage girl who was going by train on her own to visit her grand mother. It probably took place quite some time ago, when old-time third-class train cars were sometimes still in use.
The girl did not have a lot of money, and so bought a cheap third-class ticket for such a car with wooden benches.
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Leah. A 5ft, 9in girl with a slim body, about size 36c breasts, and apparently has a very weak bladder. Her hair is a nice mix between dirty blonde and light brown.
Dan. He’s 6ft, tall and muscular. He works as a utility/facility man at the Sheetz gas station, and has a secret fetish for desperate women who need to use the restrooms.
“Dan, come out here!” called Sally from the main room. Dan came out quick.
“What is it?” he asked curiously.
“The ladies’ bathroom is flooded, go and try to at least stop the water!” she ordered.
It was Friday, and Cindy had sat down in the office canteen, feeling unhappy, and wondering what to do. She wanted to go to the charity ball that night, but couldn’t because she wasn’t a regular employee.
She had got very friendly with that tall and handsome man Daniel in the accounts section, and wanted to go with him. The problem was that she works as a cleaner, and the hours that she worked were different to Danny’s. She also had to put up with her awful boss Mrs James, who was very strict about cleaning standards in the office.
After the first wet encounter with Shona, we got discreetly together and have a brilliant wet sex life. However, recently, the manager at our workplace had changed our shifts.
Shona still had the mornings, but I was shifted, against my will to the afternoons, which started at noon and finished at seven, so when I got home, I was often too tired to go to bed with her.
Janis has long been fascinated by hypnotists. She would often go to shows and sit in the audience and laugh as a performer would put unsuspecting guests under his spell, and asking them to do whatever he wanted.
One afternoon, she read in a newspaper advert that the famed hypnotist Dan James would be appearing in her local theatre. As there would be a rush to buy tickets for the show, she was very lucky to get one.