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 The Bathroom

   CAROLE SINGING

   (C)2001-9 The Bathroom

   Carole was very excited to be part of the church choir.  A week before
Christmas, the choir was to perform in a concert at London's famous Royal
Albert Hall.  Before she joined her colleagues of the choir for the big
night, she had hired this long, black silky dress.  She put it on and
looked at herself in the mirror, and felt she looked good in it.

   After trying...  and failing...  to sleep on the eve of the concert, she
got out of bed to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink.  She
returned to bed, however, she still couldn't shut her eyes.  She got out of
bed on the morning of the concert, and she felt that her throat was still
dry, so while she was having her breakfast, she had another glass of water
to drink.  She then spent most of the day getting her hair done, painting
her nails, and generally preparing for the big night.  Later, she put on
her black dress in readiness to join her colleagues.  They were to travel
by coach from their home town to London and hopefully reach there three
hours before the start of the concert so they could do last minute
rehearsals.

   Suddenly, the coach had stopped behind some stationary traffic.  Many of
the choir grumbled that they may be delayed.  Carole had a personal problem
to deal with....  She now felt at this point that she needed to wee.  She
had been busy all day that she simply forgot in all that time to use the
toilet.

   About 45 minutes had passed, and the coach was still stuck in traffic.
Most of the choir was getting restless....  and Carole was getting
desperate.  She began to fidget a little.  She was sitting on her own, so
she put her coat over her lap and put her hands inbetween her legs so she
could discreetly hold herself.  She crossed her legs really tight and tried
to keep her bladder muscles under control.  Another half an hour passed...
the coach was still stuck at the same position, and Carole was getting
really worried now.  She needed to wee badly, but was frightened that she
may wet herself.

   "Are you alright, Carole?" asked a colleague who was concerned about her
predicament.  "No, I'm okay, thanks, just cold, that's all," Carole
replied, despite the fact the coach's heaters were turn on.  Another twenty
minutes had passed, and the traffic problem eventually eased, and by now
the coach was so delayed, it was predicted that they would only get to the
Royal Albert Hall within 45 minutes before the concert was due to start. 
Carole started to moan.  She wanted to relieve herself quickly, but she had
to wait until they got there.

   But worse was to come.  the coach eventually arrived at the venue twenty
minutes before the start of the concert, and the choir had to quickly get
off the coach and go straight to the stage.  Carole asked the head of the
choir to go the toilet as she was now very desperate.  "I'm sorry, we're
already needed on stage," he said.  "But I need to go now!" Carole
explained.  She now had one hand pushed directly in her crotch.  "Can't do
anything about it now, you should have gone before you joined us," the
choir head said.

   Carole knew that she wouldn't be able to go to the toilet for at least
two hours.  The choir had to walk up on stage and all the members had to
stand in three rows.  Unfortunately for Carole, she had to stand in the
front row, so she couldn't even discreetly hold herself while she had to
sing.  During the concert she continued to fidget so much that she found it
difficult to concentrate on her singing voice.  She even tried miming, but
that didn't work either....  She just kept thinking of the time when she
will be able to release her bladder of its contents.

   Suddenly, Carole felt she lost temporary control, and a jet of wee leave
her pussy and leaked into her knickers.  That made her cross her legs, but
she began to leak small spurts of wee in intervals, soon soaking her
knickers, and flowing down her inner thighs.  She knew that if she didn't
get the chance to go soon, she would wet herself on stage.  She was
struggling to get any words out of her mouth because she was trying...  and
failing...  to hold her bladder muscles.

   Then, all of a sudden, Carole did lose control.  She felt her bladder
explode and she fully pissed herself.  Her knickers got drenched, her shoes
got wet and the inside of her black dress got wet.  It was particularly
embarrassing for her because she couldn't leave the stage to clean herself
up for another thirty minutes, which in her state, seemed like forever. 
Also, some of her colleagues also caught the whiff of her after-wee smell,
which wasn't very pleasant for them.

   After the concert had finished, Carole rushed out of the main hall to
find the ladies' toilet and locked herself in a cubicle for another hour,
not wanting to come out.  What should have been a very exciting night out,
it turned out to be a complete disaster.