From Paul Tester, author of “The All Day Girls“. Another in the series of sightings featuring young women getting desperate and wet at train stations.
A coloured lady, looking to be mixed-race, only slightly coloured with dark curly hair, about 20, slim and wearing a thin dress (it was summer) that showed the outline of her black bikini knickers. She had tried to get in the Ladies, but on finding it shut, had joined her group of friends, all waiting for the train.
She might have said something to the others in the group about her failure to get into the Ladies for the pee she clearly needed, as she was crossing her legs and could not stand still while they waited for their train. After some more intense leg crossing, she left the group and went to one side of the station and appeared to be studying the timetable posted on the wall. She was crossing her legs and twisting about, and then the real reason for her sudden interest in the timetable was revealed. She wanted to stand facing the wall because she needed to press her hand between her legs to help herself wait. She stood like this, pretending to be interested in the timetable, with the occasional shudder of desperation as she moved so as to press her hand harder between her legs. She looked to be so desperate that I wondered if she would ever be able to rejoin her friends, which would have meant that she could not hold herself any longer. I did not think that was possible without her wetting herself, and I waited for her train to arrive when she would have to move.
Before that time arrived, one of her friends went over to see what she was so interested in, and I was luckily close enough to hear her (the desperate one) say, “I’m in agony, I don’t know what to do, I can’t hold out much longer!” Her friend suggested that they go outside to find somewhere with a loo, but she had doubts about that, saying, “Where, at this time of night? I can’t walk far, it hurts so much.”
The girl’s friend began to almost drag her out of the station, and she must have made one great effort, because she somehow managed to walk without holding herself, but looking closely, I could see she was clenching her fists and gripping her dress with the effort she was having to make to hold her pee. Helped by her friend, she managed to hobble out of the station, walking almost sideways so she could keep her legs crossed as she walked. Her friend almost carried her down some dark side road near the station where I could not follow, and as I walked casually past the entrance of the road I could see the friend standing guard while the desperate girl was squatting in a doorway. I later checked and she had made an enormous puddle with lots of splatter, showing how much pressure she had peed with. She was most certainly desperate, and no wonder she needed to hold herself to keep the pee back.
When they returned to the station and she rejoined her friends, they were laughing at her desperation and that she had had to pee in the street. She did not think it was at all funny, and I overheard her complaining, “I was in agony, and it still hurts now. I think I must have pulled a muscle or sprained my bladder, I had to wait so long.”
I am sure the poor lady recovered, but she was very desperate and must have been making an enormous effort to hold her pee, if her bladder hurt as much as she said. In all, one of my best sightings, seeing such an attractive lady so desperately wanting to pee.