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 The Bathroom

   DESPERATE DEIRDRE

   (C)2001-9 The Bathroom

   Deirdre was late for work.  She rushed out of bed at around 7.45 am, got
washed and changed into a navy blue business top and knee-length skirt,
with a white blouse and black shoes.  She felt a slight twinge in her
bladder, but ignored it because she felt that she would be able to use the
toilet when she got to work.

   However, when she got to the local station, she had to wait at least
twenty minutes for a train.  By this time, she felt the need to go even
more and started slightly fidgeting on the spot.  She looked for a toilet
and found one, but when she walked to the door, she couldn't push it open.
She saw the sign in front.  It said, "Toilet out of order- our apologies".

   The train eventually came, but it was already over crowded with
passengers.  She was already late, so she pushed into one of the carriages.
She felt squeezed inbetween other passengers, which put further pressure on
her aching bladder.

   Whilst on the journey, the train slowed to a halt.  The driver announced
that there was a points failure down the line, which meant there will be a
delay.  Deirdre could not believe it...  she was now going to be even later
for work and badly needed a wee.  Her fidgeting was getting more noticeable
and some people were beginning to look at her.  She felt herself becoming
more desperate.  If she couldn't get to work to use the toilet, she would
have an embarrassing accident on the train.

   Half an hour later, the train was still delayed, and Deirdre was in real
trouble.  She crossed and squeezed her legs together, trying with all her
might to hold her wee in.  She noticed an attractive young man looking
attentively at her.  "What's the matter," he asked.  "I don't know how to
say this, but I need a wee," Deirdre replied.  "Could you do a favour for
me?" the man asked again.  "What's that?" Deirdre looked puzzled.  The
man's face blushed a bright red and whispered in her ear: "Er...er...  I- I
get a sexual kick about seeing a woman needing to wee." Deirdre was
shocked. She couldn't understand why anybody would get sexually excited
about a woman becoming desperate, but she agreed.  "Okay, if you want me to
do it fine.....  and if your very good, I'll give you something worth your
while." With that she gave a wink.

   After another ten minutes, the train finally restarted its journey, and
Deirdre was so desperate, she thought she was going to wet herself in front
of the other passengers.  The young man she befriended was getting so
turned on by her predicament that he felt his penis grow stiff and was
almost straining against his jeans.  Deirdre almost let out some wee, which
made her jam one hand into her crotch.  Some of the other passengers looked
at her disapprovingly, but she didn't care now because she was on the verge
of losing it.

   When the train finally arrived at the main station, Deirdre grabbed the
young man's hand and rushed across the platform to find a quiet corner. 
She was on the verge of wetting herself, but the man asked her to hold it a
while longer.  She moaned while she clutched herself more tightly as she
squirmed and repeatedly curtsyed.  The man got his penis out from his jeans
and gently started to stroke it...  he didn't want to come straight away.

   "I -I can't hold it any longer!" Deirdre screamed, and felt some wee
soak her panties.  She took her hand away and looked down at the small wet
patch that formed on her skirt, the quickly grabbed herself again. 
However, more wee soaked her skirt, trickling down one leg.  "Please, hold
it for me, you can do it," said the man.  But it was too late.  The wee had
already continued to trickle down Deirdre's legs.  She gave up having to
hold it and let go.  She continued grabbing her crotch as she felt the pee
seep through her fingers, and looked down to see the puddle she was
creating, and gave a huge sigh of relief.  The man stared at her intently,
still stroking his penis.  When Deirdre finished weeing, she asked the man
to stand in front of her.  She went down on the man to give him a blowjob.
After fifteen thrilling minutes, he built up to a climax and shot his load
into Deirdre's willing mouth.

   Afterwards, the pair then cleaned up as much as they could.  "Thanks...
for a great morning," the man said.  "My pleasure," Deirdre replied.  She
looked away to bring out a pen and paper from her handbag asking for his
phone number, but he had already disappeared.  She was disappointed,
because she really enjoyed herself that morning.  The problem now was that
she still had to walk to work in that wet skirt...