A few weeks ago, I went to a public meeting of the local council near where I live. The meeting was about plans to build a block of flats on a neglected, but well-used open space. naturally, most people were angry about it, and when the meeting was announced, they were ready to vent their anger at the council officer responsible. When I got to the meeting, there were around 100 people there from all ages, colours and creeds, ready challenge anything the council says or does.
I was sitting in one of the rows next to the middle of the hall. To be honest, most of the arguments were about to go nowhere, so I got bored. I looked around the people sitting in the same row as me to see this middle-aged, but attractive woman fidgeting in her seat. She was wearing a white woolen sweater and black slacks, and judging from what I saw, she looked a bit agitated.
She then put both her hands inbetween her legs and started rocking slightly. I bet now that she was now desperate for the toilet. as she was sitting in the middle of the row, she felt unable to go because it would an inconvienence for the other people to have to move for her.
About twenty minutes later, the woman looked to be in real trouble. She crossed her legs tighter to ensure that she didn’t leak, and her fidgeting was getting worse. I was forgetting what the meeting was about and became fixated on this lovely woman who seemed on the verge of wetting herself.
The situation was to become worse for her when there was a break in the meeting. She got up to look for a toilet. I began to follow her, but only from a distance for obvious reasons. When she reached the toilet door, she tried to open it only to discover that it had been locked up for the night. She kept banging on the door for a few moments, mumbling and cursing to herself. She bent double a few times, and now was struggling to keep her composure. My penis got stiff at discreetly watching her getting more and more desperate.
After about half an hour, the meeting restarted with all the usual heated debate. I was again looking at the desperate woman with her hands inbetween her legs, wrapped around more tighter than ever and continued to rock in her seat. Surprisingly, there were few people in my row who were noticing her predicament- they were too busy shouting at the council officers. Tears were beginning to show on her face as she fought to prevent some pee from coming out. I fear that she may have wet a little.
The meeting was soon over, and the woman made a mad dash out of the hall. I was amazed to see a shiny, small wet patch on the back of her slacks. My penis, which had already been stiff at that moment, nearly exploded with excitement, and when I got home, I had the most sensational masturbation session…