Deirdre was late for work. She rushed out of bed at around 7.45am, got washed and changed into a navy blue business top and knee-length skirt, with a white blouse and black shoes. She felt a slight twinge in her bladder, but ignored it because she felt she would be able to hold on and use the toilet when she got to work.
However, when she got to the local train station, she had to wait at least twenty minutes before one was to come. By this time, she felt the need to pee grow stronger, so started slightly fidgeting on the spot.
She looked across the platform to look for a toilet and found one, but when she tried to open the door, she couldn’t push it open. The sign on the front had said:
TOILET OUT OF ORDER- PLEASE ACCEPT OUR APOLOGIES.
The train eventually came, but it was already overcrowded with passengers. She was already late, so she got into one of the carriages. She squeezed herself between other passengers, which in turn put more pressure on her aching bladder.
Whilst on the journey, the train slowed to a halt. After a few moments, the train driver announced that there was a signal failure further down the line, which meant there will be a delay. Deirdre could not believe it…. she was going to be even late for work and badly needing a wee. Her fidgeting was getting more noticeable and some people were beginning to look at her. She felt herself becoming more desperate. If she couldn’t get to work soon to use the toilet, she would have an embarrassing accident on the train.
Half an hour later, the train was still delayed, and Deirdre was in real trouble now. She crossed and squeezed her legs together, trying with all her might to hold her wee in. She noticed an attractive-looking man staring attentively at her.
“What’s the matter?” the man asked.
“I don’t know how to say this, but I need a wee!” Deirdre replied.
“Could you do a favour for me?” the man asked again.
“What’s that?” Deirdre looked puzzled. The man’s face blushed a little and whispered in her ear.
“Er….er…I-I get a sexual kick about seeing a woman needing to wee.”
Deirdre was shocked. She couldn’t understand why anybody would get sexually excited about a woman becoming desperate, but she agreed.
“Okay, if you want me to do it, fine… and if you’re very good, I could give you something worth your while.” With that she gave a wink.
After another ten minutes, the train finally restarted its journey, and Deirdre was so desperate, she thought she was going to wet herself in front of the other passengers. The young man who befriended her was getting so turned on by her predicament that he felt his penis grow stiff and was almost straining against his jeans. Deirdre almost let out some wee, which made her jam one hand into her crotch. Some of the other passengers were looking at her disapprovingly, but she didn’t care, because she was just on the verge of losing it.
When the train finally arrived at the main station, Deirdre grabbed the young man’s hand and rushed across the platform to find a secluded quiet corner. The man asked her to hold on a little while longer. She moaned while she clutched herself more tightly as she squirmed and repeatedly curtsied. The man got his penis out from his jeans and gently started to stroke it…. he didn’t want to come straight away.
“I-I can’t hold it any longer!” Deirdre screamed, and felt some wee soak her panties. She took her hand away and looked down at the small wet patch that formed on her skirt, then quickly grabbed herself again. However, more wee trickled out, soaking her skirt and trickling down one leg.
“Please, hold it for me, you can do it,” said the man.
But it was too late…. the wee had already continued to trickle down Deirdre’s legs. She gave up having to hold on and allowed her bladder muscles to relax. She continued grabbing her crotch as she felt the wee seep though her fingers, and looked down to see the puddle she was creating, and gave a huge sigh of relief. The man stared at her intently, still stroking his penis.
When Deirdre finished weeing, she asked the man to stand in front of her, and went down on him to give a delicious blowjob. After fifteen thrilling minutes, he built up to a sensational climax and shot his semen over Deirdre’s willing mouth. The pair waited a few moments to catch their breaths, then started to clean up.
“Thanks…. for a great morning,” the man said, with a huge smile on his face.
“My pleasure,” Deirdre replied.
She looked away to bring out a pen and paper from her handbag to ask for his phone number, but he had already disappeared. She was disappointed, because she really enjoyed herself that morning. The problem now was that she had to walk to work in that wet skirt….