I don’t get to see a lot of sightings of desperate women these days, I was pleasantly surprised about what I had seen recently. Near where I live there is a nightclub where a lot of young people hang out. I had to go to work that Saturday overtime, which meant I had to pass through the nightclub in the early morning, around 5am.
As I was walking through, I saw this lovely slim woman. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a shiny black dress covered by a cardigan. I noticed that she was behaving very oddly. She was pacing around outside the club. She must have gone through the doors of the club and wanted to get back in. She walked up to one of the bouncers, who were doorstep security, to ask them to use their toilet, but they declined.
A lot of activity was happening, mainly from those who are already drunk, getting into fights and arguing. It was at that point that the woman started to hold herself through her dress. She also bent double in a desperate bid to control those bodily urges. I was watching her from a discreet distance, easily forgetting about having to go to work.
Suddenly, a big fight broke out between two young men, and the bouncers on the door had to go down to deal with the problem. Two police officers arrived quickly to try and calm things down. My attention began to refocus again on the desperate woman, now holding herself more tightly than before. She went to the bouncers again and asked if she could use their toilet, but again, they politely declined. She was now at that point pacing around the front of the club in agony, still holding herself. Because the only brightness came from the streetlights, it was difficult to see any expression on her face, but it must have been bad.
Suddenly, she walked briskly across the road towards the car park opposite. To see more of her, I discreetly followed, at the same time maintaining some sort of distance. The people from the nightclub didn’t notice me going there.
What I saw next was this amazing sight. The woman had lifted her dress and crouched down beside one of the parked cars, pulled the material of her knickers to show her pussy, and started to wee. I saw the growing puddle forming beneath her with the steam moving through the cold morning air. The wetness got larger and larger….. she must have drank a lot of fluid all night and didn’t go to the toilet at the club. I had to be very careful watching her in case some people saw me, thankfully nobody did.
Unfortunately for me, I was already late for work, and I had to give an excuse to my manager. I lost an hour’s pay because of the woman’s desperation and wetting, but it was worth it.