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 The Bathroom

   AULD LANG SYNE

   (C)2001-9 The Bathroom

   It was New Year's Eve, and Sally was in a rush to get ready to go out.
She had rushed home quite late from work finishing around 7.45 pm.  She
quickly took her work clothes off with underwear and had a shower, then
changing into a shiny navy blue dress which covered her ankles.  She also
combed her long brown hair, which was in a mess before, but now looked
nice. While she was changing, she got out a can of cola from the fridge and
gulped most of it down quickly.  She felt exhausted but committed herself
to going out to the New Year's Party.  As she was in such a hurry to get to
the party, she forgot to use the toilet at home before she left, even
though she was bursting slightly.

   The party was being held in this large ballroom in the town centre. 
Sally went down there to meet her friend Danielle, but presently couldn't
find her, so she went to the bar to get herself a drink (a rum and cola in
a straight glass).  She sipped it slowly, because she didn't want to get
too drunk before midnight.  She sat at the bar for around thirty minutes
and still no sign of Danielle.  As she felt that familiar twinge in her
bladder, she went to look for some restrooms.  However, when she got there,
a long queue of other women had lined up waiting to use them.  Some of them
were fidgeting wildly, a number of others were blatantly holding
themselves. Sally was surprised that they needed to go at this early hour.
It was only 9pm and she was bursting to pee.

   Despite this, she went back to the bar to have another glass of rum and
cola.  Thirty minutes later, and still no sign of Danielle.  Sally had
crossed her legs tightly and started slightly rocking.  The man who was
serving her drinks was looking at her puzzlingly.  "Are you okay?" he
asked. "Yeah, fine...  I'm waiting for my friend," Sally replied.  "You
sure?  Judging by your behaviour, you look as if you need the loo!" the man
said.  Sally's faced blushed with embarrassment.  She daren't tell him the
real truth.  She stared into the distance to see a pair of even longer
queues of women desperate to pee.  The longer she considered delaying the
inevitable, the more desperate she became.

   Ten O'clock now, and yet still no sign of Danielle.  Sally was bursting
beyond belief now.  She discreetly put one hand inbetween her legs through
her navy dress and continued to fidget.  She kept looking at her watch.  It
seemed that her night out was becoming a nightmare with her friend not
turning up and needing to pee so badly.  She ordered another rum and cola,
despite her bladder being almost full.  She reached down to her stomach
with her free hand and felt it was very hard indeed.

   For most of the night, she sat on the chair in the bar, crossing her
legs tightly and by now rocking.  "Oh god, please come Danielle!" she
mumbled.  It's 11.40pm, and now Sally is in real trouble.  She still needs
to go now, but has now decided to wait until midnight to pee instead.  She
was grabbing her crotch ever so tightly.  On several occasions, in the last
ten minutes she felt she was going to lose control, but some how managed to
hold on.  She noticed at the corner of one eye that the man at the bar was
watching her intently.  At that point, she didn't care who was watching
her....  She was determined to hold back her pee until midnight.

   Suddenly, she had a major spasm, and she squirted some pee which soaked
her panties.  That made her grab herself even tighter and knew that if she
didn't find somewhere to pee soon, she would have a major accident in the
ballroom in front of the other guests.  She finally got up from her seat at
the bar to find somewhere to go, as there were still long lines of other
women needing to go to the restroom.  Again Sally had another spasm, this
time a longer squirt of pee came out, soaking her panties and leaving a
small wet patch on the crotch area of her dress where she had been holding
herself.  The wet patch got bigger as she desperately tried, but failing to
halt the small squirts of pee, She knew she was going to lose it, so she
found the emergency door, and rushed through it.

   The door led to a small narrow corridor.  She gingerly walked through
the corridor, desperately holding herself.  When she looked back to see
that she was as furthest away from the door as possible, she quickly yanked
up her navy dress, pulled off her damp panties and crouched down.  She had
then let loose a jet of urine, sighing and breathing heavily as she did so.
She had a lot of water in her, and made sure that she used up every last
drop of urine before finishing.  When she tidied herself up, she looked
down at the wet patch at the front of her dress.  "What will I tell
Danielle?" she thought, worriedly.  Indeed, when she went back to the
ballroom, guess who was waiting for her.

   "Sally, where have you been, I've been looking for you!" It was
Danielle. She then looked at Sally's wet patch.  "I- I spilt my drink," she
mumbled, her face blushed again.  "Never mind, let's get a drink from the
bar, it's almost midnight!" Danielle said, and soon the bells chimed at
twelve to bring in the New Year.  It was a night that Sally will never
forget.