At The Shopping Centre. A church choir is singing in the shopping centre. In among the crowd watching them was this brunette, probably looks like she is in her mid-to-late twenties, wearing a heavy coat covering a black jumper and blue jeans. She also had a small bag of shopping. After a few moments, I noticed that she had put her bag between her legs and squeezed it tightly, and began to fidget slightly. My penis started to harden as I watched her get desperate. She then put her bag at the front of her crotch with one hand and grabbed herself with the other, moaning slightly. She looked to be in trouble, but nobody else was watching her- they were probably too busy looking at the choir.
The Supermarket. A few days before Christmas. Shopping is often chaotic. A young black woman was at this checkout waiting to pay for her large shopping. I was standing behind her. The queue was very long, and she had been fidgeting for a while, hopping on the spot, and curtsying a few times. Bravely, I ask her if she was alright. She replied openly that she needed to pee badly and had waited in this queue for around fifteen minutes. I tried to be sympathetic, but I got secretly excited too. She kept repeating her need, and my penis became as stiff as a plank of wood. About ten minutes later, the woman finally got to pay for her shopping, and was so desperate, she asked a store assistant where the toilets were. She was in such a bad way that if she was delayed any longer, she would wet herself. The assistant took pity on her and told her where to go. I offered to look after her shopping while she was gone.
Greeting Card Shop. A young shop assistant, a blonde, was wearing a white blouse and navy knee-length skirt, had one hand under the till while serving customers with the other. She was fidgeting, and called on a colleague to serve the customers for a while she needed to pee badly. She disappeared through the staff door. On her way back, I saw a small wet patch on the front of her skirt where she had been holding herself earlier.
The Bus Stop. A young woman wearing a brown leather jacket covering her jumper and tartan-style skirt openly holding herself at the bus stop. She did not care who was watching her despite being desperate for relief. Couldn’t she be bothered to look for a toilet?
At Waterstone’s Bookstore. This particular branch, off Piccadilly Circus, was the scene for a great sighting. I was in the computing section (or was it?), and I saw this couple, a man and a woman, a few metres from me browsing at internet books. The young woman was repeatedly doing curtsy and grabbing herself in brief periods, but did not tell her partner of her need. Despite the abundance of toilets in the building, she just carried on her desperation, and the couple never mentioned this at all.