From Paul Tester, author of The All Day Girls, with more sightings of women getting desperate and wetting themselves. This is the first of two sets of sightings covering the New Year celebrations.
In London, Trafalgar Square is the centre of all street celebrations, and while the area is now well policed, the number of drunk ladies there almost guarantees some good sightings. This is helped by the local authorities closing all public lavatories for security reasons.
My first sighting was caused by a closed toilet. A big girl wearing tight cords, carrying a bottle and drinking from it. What was in the bottle? I have no idea but it was a clear liquid. It could have been water, or it could have been neat gin, or a mixed drink. Whatever the contents, it had the required effect on her bladder.
The girl, followed by a smaller friend, was hurrying towards the public toilets, and on finding them closed, cried out, “Oh no! It can’t be shut!”, but they were. With hardly any hesitation, she pulled down her cords, squatted on the pavement outside the closed toilets, and began to pee. I was close enough to hear the initial hiss and splash as she let go a stream under pressure. She was squatting of a long time and peeing steadily. Her friend was horrified at her actions and was shouting at her, “You can’t pee here, you can’t do it. Stop!!”
The big girl replied, “I must, I can’t wait any longer, I can’t stop now, I must pee, I couldn’t wait.” Several times her friend kept telling her that she could not pee where she was, in public, squatting on the pavement, but each time she would protest: “I must, I must, I can’t wait any longer and the loo is closed. I’ve got to go here, I can’t wait any longer!!”
I moved away, but I could see she was making a huge puddle as her bursting bladder emptied. I think she must have been holding on, absolutely desperate to pee, but trying to wait until she could find a Ladies and go in private. When she finally found out they were shut, the shock was too much for her and she simply couldn’t wait any longer. So it was squat and either pee on the pavement or in her knickers.
Still on New Year, I moved on to watch outside a closed Ladies toilet. This was well sign-posted from Trafalgar Square and seemed to attract most of the desperate ladies. Despite the occasion, it seemed as if all those present were determined to hold their pee until they could find a proper toilet to use. To my delight, many seemed to think the Ladies I was watching was their salvation, only to be disappointed when they found it firmly closed and no directions to an alternative. In fact the only alternative was to go in the street, hence:
Two girls, aged about 18, with good figures, both wearing very tight jeans, came hurrying towards the Ladies. They were both very desperate and holding between their legs quite openly (In my experience ladies only hold themselves in public when they are so desperate they cannot hold back their pee any other way). Finding that the Ladies was shut, they cried out in horror, and one of them, trying very hard to push the door open with one hand (she needed the other hand to press between her legs), cried out, “Oh no! I must go!”
Her friend, who was also holding her crotch, and seemed to be just as desperate, looked round and said, “We’ll have to go in the street, we’ll have to find somewhere.”
This was not going to be easy as they were standing in a crowded and quite well-lit street, and even on New Year’s Eve there wasn’t anywhere obvious that a girl could squat and pee. Her friend agreed with her, saying, “Yes, I must go too!”
They started to hobble off down the street. It isn’t easy to walk normally or quickly when you have one hand pressed hard between your legs. They were both holding themselves as hard as they could, and with complete disregard of the number of people who could see them holding. I suspect that they felt they did not have any choice, it was either hold their crotch or wet themselves.
There wasn’t absolutely anywhere that they could hide and pee, and they obviously did not have much time left to find somewhere. One of them, slightly lagging behind her friend, perhaps so desperate that she could not walk as fast, kept crying out in anguish “I must go! I must go!” just in case her friend didn’t know how badly she wanted a pee.
Eventually, after walking about twenty yards, the strain of holding her pee must have got too much for her to bear any longer, because with one last “I must go! I can’t wait any longer!”, she stopped and in full view of everyone in the street, but keeping close to the building, as if a blank façade of an office block would give her any shelter, she began to undo her jeans. To do this she needed both hands, so she could not hold back her pee any longer, and the strain must have been too much for her bladder to hold, because in a sudden panic she pulled down both her jeans and knickers, and began to squat down. So desperate was she that when her jeans were just about clear of her bum. She was in a half squat, with knees only slightly bent, and released a torrent of pee. I was only about three yards away and had a clear view of this, I hadn’t seen anything like I before. A stream of pee about an inch across was blasting out. The pressure must have been enormous and her bladder must have been at bursting point for her to pee like that.
This was too much for her friend, who gave up looking for anywhere better to pee and pulled down her jeans and joined her. She also produced a torrent, with a stream like a tap turned full on. With torrents like these, both girls were finished quickly and pulled their jeans and vanished into the crowd, leaving me wondering if I could believe my eyes. I did not think I was possible for any girl to pee like they did, They must have been desperate, right at the limit of their ability to hold. To let go such a torrent in such a public place, showed that even holding their crotch, neither could have waited any longer.