From Paul Tester, author of “The All Day Girls”, in the second installment of his Notting Hill carnival sightings.
Another carnival, I was using the Gents in a pub when a really attractive girl of about 20, with long auburn hair, really cute figure and wearing skin tight jeans that clearly showed the outline of her tiny bikini knickers, pushed her way in, and tried to get into the only WC cubicle in the Gents.
Twisting her legs together so tightly that she was almost kneeling on the floor, she hammered on the locked door and shouted at the occupant to “Hurry up!” Getting no response from the closed door, she repeated, “Hurry up! Oh, please hurry!” and her hand was straying very close to pressing between her legs. When one of the men told her to ‘use her own toilet’ she replied, almost in anguish:
“I can’t, there’s a queue, and I can’t wait that long.”
When the cubicle came empty, several of the men waiting to pee tried to push in front of her and get into it, but she pushed them away, saying, “Please, I must go, I can’t wait any longer!” Nobody was a big enough bastard to push her out and make her wait any longer as it was quite obvious that she was frantic to pee. Regretfully it was too noisy and I was too far from the cubicle to hear her torrent when she could finally let go.
She was so attractive she was not easy to forget, and I remember seeing her not much earlier doing a pee dance in a queue for another Ladies, so she either had a small bladder, or had been drinking a lot of beer. In either case she would have been a dream girl to have spent the day with.
More soon…