A while back, I was travelling on the bus between Mile End Gate and Holloway in London. At one of the stops came a short-haired black woman who sat on the seat opposite me. As she sat down, she seemed to jam both her hands inbetween her legs and then crossed them. The bus was calling at every stop and by this time she was muttering on why the bus was going so slowly.
She must have been desperate to pee (could I be wrong? the signs were there, but I couldn’t be sure). She clasped her legs even tighter for the whole journey, and continued to mutter repeatedly. I got an instant hard-on. the woman stared at me and I looked away.
“What are you staring at?” she snapped.
“Er, nothing at all,” I sheepishly replied.
She eventually got off the bus in Clapton, and was seen running into a sidestreet. I was right. She was desperate for a pee!