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 The Bathroom

   LONG, HOT SUMMER....

   (C) 2001-9 The Bathroom

   The story is about a day in the life of a young, sexy female during the
summer 2003 heatwave...  Alison could sleep that night in her bed.  She was
sweating a lot so her nightie had got wet and her long blonde hair had
stuck to the pillow.  She had tossed and turned and tried to close her eyes
without success.  Sometimes she got up to get a glass of water, drink it
and went back to bed (she did that four times).  As a result, she needed to
go to the toilet.  Again she tried to close her eyes.

   Half an hour later, Alison's need to pee grew stronger.  She tried to
ignore it and crossed her legs and put one hand on her crotch.  Eventually
she got to sleep.  She woke up when the sun had started to shine through
her bedroom window.  Her need to pee receded a little, although that
feeling seems deceptive in hot weather.

   She went to the bathroom to have a shower, longer than normal because
she had been sweating during the night and she put her soaking nightie in
the laundry basket.  She turned the electric fan on in her bedroom and had
changed into a yellow t-shirt and sky-blue mini skirt.  All she put on
underneath was a skimpy pair of white knickers.

   She went to the kitchen to find that she needed to buy some more drinks.
She always drank mineral water and nothing else, so before she wanted to do
anything else, she drank a large glass of water from the tap and went to
the supermarket.

   By the time she got there, Alison needed to pee again...  the urge had
come back with a vengeance.  She quickly got her mineral water and quickly
proceeded to the checkouts.  She went to the express checkout, where any
customer can declare at least five or less shopping items.

   However, the queues were very long that day as the temperatures rose. 
More people were stocking up on any cold drinks possible, so creating a
further problem for Alison.  She squeezed her legs tightly and began to
fidget a little as she had to wait in this long queue to get served.  The
queue however moved more slowly than normal.

   Alison was in the queue for ten minutes now, but it seemed like longer
than that to her as she became more desperate.  She felt her swollen tummy,
then crossed her legs and tried to stem her fidgeting, but it was no good.
She also got hot and bothered, making her t-shirt wet.  Her predicament was
attracting the attention of a few male shoppers in the queue.  She felt she
was being watched on, but she tried to ignore them and forced herself to
hold on.

   Worse was to come for Alison...  the queue she was in had stopped
because there was a problem with an old man at the front arguing with the
store assistant.  She began pacing on the spot and mumbling to herself. 
She was in real trouble now.  Her desperation was getting worse, she
couldn't keep still, and many male shoppers, young and old alike, were
watching her intently.  She couldn't leave to go to another checkout as all
of the others had very long queues.  She was stuck there and was needing to
pee badly.

   Suddenly, she felt some pee seep into her knickers.  Her first instinct
was to grab her crotch through her skirt with her free hand (she had a pack
of four bottles of mineral water tied together in the other).  She then
started to curtsy and bend double repeatedly.  She knew that while the
queue wasn't moving, she wasn't going to stay dry.

   Five minutes later, now had her free hand dug deep into her crotch,
moaning repeatedly and using all her strength in order to keep her pee in.
However, it was all in vein, as some more pee seeped through her knickers
and trickled down her inner thighs.  She felt that she was going to lose
it, so she stood still with her legs together, still grabbing herself, and
let go a huge gush of pee.  She looked down to the wet puddle she was
creating.  Some of the other shoppers who were looking at her were amazed.
She felt relieved, but also very embarrassed about her act.

   She dropped the bottles of mineral water and rushed out of the
supermarket and towards a nearby alleyway where she looked at her skirt
where she had been grabbing herself, and lifted it up to see a drenched
pair of white knickers.  She won't be going back to that supermarket in a
hurry.