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For some reason unknown to the Webmaster or many other people in this wide, wonderful world, confessions, or stories, about pee - poo, urine, golden showers, squirting, water sports, and other wet fetishes - have become popular. This is the place to "shower us" with such confessions and wet stories.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was a lot younger, maybe 1st or 2nd grade, I took a field trip to see a play fairly far away. I had to go to the bathroom during the show but for some reason I was embarrassed to ask a teacher or the principal to take me to the bathrooms, so I just waited. After the play was done, as a group we went to a nice restaurant. I was sitting at the table and about halfway through my meal, I started to let some pee out, because I still didn't want to leave the table to get to the bathroom. Finally, I did go into the bathroom, but it was basically too late. Almost all was out so I just let the rest go slowly. By that time, my underware was completely soaked through and my pants were pretty wet. I just went back to the table like that, and to this day, I still don't think anybody noticed... although I was very scared someone would see what I had done to myself!

    #7211 — Comments (1) — Mar 25, 2004 at 8:40 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    Last year I went to Six Flags with my sister who was 11 at the time. She was finally old enough to go on the "big kid rides" and she was really excited. We got Icees and went to stand in line for Nitro. The line was really long. When we were at the 45 min left mark, she was fidgeting a little bit. I assumed she was just nervous. By the time we reached the 30 min mark, she confessed she needed to pee (and quite badly by the way she was holding herself). I asked her if she wanted to leave the line and go, but she refused. By the time we were at the 5 min mark she could hardly contain herself. Then, we got on the ride. The people who were on the ride with us were all rather slim, and she's a little heavy. Because of this, the seatbelt was a little snug around her bladder area. As soon as we started to go up, she started to leak. When we started to go down, she completely wet herself! It was so embarrassing when the guy let us out because they had to stop the ride to clean the seat. That's the last time we went to Six Flags.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    I decided to do something different today. I went to visit a friend at school about 300 miles away for the weekend. We had fun but frankly, it was a little boring. So this morning I decided to set a few rules for the trip- no stopping at all- and I must consume 12 oz. of liquid every half an hour. I also knew that as I became more and more desperate the feelings would change and that I would never remember them so I pulled out a notebook and pencil and decided to jot down my bladders progression from relaxed to the final explosion on my long way home. I hope you enjoy these- they are a bit disjointed but I was driving 80 miles an hour towards the end and sure that I was going to flood my car with pee so i wasn't too grammar focused!

    1. 300 miles to go, a large (32oz) diet coke- this counts for my first 3 drinks so I will consume it in the first 1.5 hours to get myself revved up.

    2. 250 miles to go, about 75% of the drink is gone, no worries yet.

    3. 200 miles to go, all of the diet coke is gone, I have been on the road for 1.5 hours, i was hoping for better time than this but there is traffic. I open my first diet mountain dew (I have a case in the backseat, they aren't very cold but that's ok)

    4. 150 miles to go, total liquid consumed 52 oz, starting to feel a few awakenings, if I was at work about to enter a meeting I would definitely go empty out with this level of feeling but no real urgency. I chug the rest of this diet dew and open another.

    5. 120 miles to go, and 64 oz. consumed. Fullness, not very uncomfortable, some pressure, like an itch you can't scratch.

    6. 76 miles (but who's counting) to go, and 68 oz. consumed. Pressure constant, walls of bladder are beginning to stretch out, this causing involuntary fidgeting, if anyone saw me, they would know that I need to go. I keep attempting to change position to ease the squeezing sensation. The feeling passes slightly from urgent to constant gentle pushing - like a hand on my shoulder but it is on my bladder.

    7. 65 miles to go and 76 oz. consumed. A sign for rest area causes frantic spasm of the whole bladder. My stinging urethra slams shut defensively. Oh it feels like the tide is coming in and the waves are slapping all sides of my bladder. As I squeeze, the vaginal walls contract, causing my nipples to harden.

    8. 52 miles to go with 80 oz. consumed. I slide my hand between my legs and press the fabric of my skirt against my clit (I didn't wear panties because I knew I needed nothing extra working against me). I start to rub back and forth hoping that the sexual tension will ease the now constant ache in my taut bladder. Damn, too many truckers to keep at it. Besides, if I cum- I will go all over myself. I am now forcing myself to keep drinking; even my throat knows that I am beyond capacity.

    9. 43 miles to go, and 82 oz. consumed. Speed limit is down to 55 and there are cops everywhere. I am constantly fidgeting, thighs squeezed together- this may not have been a good idea. PC muscles clenched, OHHHH GOD I NEED TO PEE!

    10. 30 miles to go, quantity consumed not noted- too full to write much. Sign for last rest area before my house. I am truly frantic. Undid seat belt to ease pressure on my huge bladder. Trying to sit on heel but can't maneuver in the driver's seat. OH OH, I almost lost it. Speedometer at 80, uh oh, I must slow down, I cannot get pulled over. Empty Styrofoam cup is taunting me. Maybe I could slide it under my skirt and just let out a little. NO I WILL MAKE IT; at least I hope so; I have to pee so badly! There is now a huge torrent held back.

    11. 5 miles to go- last 25 a frantic, twisting blur. Off the hwy now- JESUS red lights everywhere. Desperately, I run one. OH Crap! A funeral procession- I am dying too people- MOVE OUT OF MY WAY. My thighs are quivering. I am not going to make it. My last ditch holding trick as I feel a few drops leak out; I have not wet myself since 1st grade. I quickly shove a hand under my skirt and manuver one finger till its inside my lips and pushing in on my pee hole. Quick breaths like Lamaze. I will hold it, and so I squeeze with all I got, every tired aching muscle I have down there. I am sweating and exhausted from the effort and even my finger hurts. If only I could also cross a leg I'm sure it would help.

    12. Home. Afraid to stand upright- want to run but can only hobble; bent over at the waist with finger still dug into wet wee hole. I grab measure jug- make it to the bathroom door- squat and remove my finger, a massive spray at first, flying everywhere but the jug, then a steady stream as hard and full as a bathtub faucet. The piss is still spraying a little I just can't give the stream my normal directional control- 1350 ml plus at least 50 on the floor, wall and my skirt.

    Afterwards, I stand up but still find it hard to walk, my bladder still hurts and my holding muscles down there have been so strained that my calves and thighs also ache. Time to lay down and reward myself for holding on. O YES my clit is so swolen and demanding of my full attention.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    We had been married for a few months and were returning home from a party, when I confided to my husband that I was bursting to pee. It only took him a few minutes to put the car in the garage, and I waited standing with my legs tightly crossed. This excited me and I found myself working my thighs together. I began to realize that I was masturbating in an attempt to hold my pee. ‘Come on, before I wet myself' I said.
    Somehow we made it to the door, although I could hardly walk as I wanted so badly to release my pee. As he put the key in the lock I once more crossed my legs and this time I also rubbed my crotch with my fingers. ‘Hurry up or I'll do it here' I urged him.
    As soon as the door was open I headed straight for the loo, furiously trying to unfasten the hooks on my trouser suit while also grinding my finger into my pussy and up against my aching pee hole. I didn't care that he came into the loo with me. I dropped my slacks and he helped me tug down my tights and panties. I sat down on the loo and he put his hand between my legs and began feeling me up. I said I would pee in his hand if he didn't stop, but of course he didn't. We began kissing as he masturbated me and I held on to my pee as hard as I could. Then it happened! I had the most fantastic orgasm. I sat there coming and with that gushing a huge forceful stream, my pants round my ankles, my knees held apart as he enjoyed my show.
    Then we did what we hadn't done since our courting days, we screwed standing up in the loo! I think it was our quickest ever. I started to come as soon as he put his cock into me.
    We fell asleep that night still talking about the eventful evening, and I said we would have to screw sometime when my bladder was full, to see if I liked it. He said he would also like a much closer look at me having a pee. It happened in the early hours of the morning. It must have been the coffee before bed that caused my bladder to wake me. Now was the opportunity, but would he be able to screw me again so soon? I put my hand down and began to play with him. He soon got a hard-on, and in no time my nightie was up round my waist and he was both on me and in me. I didn't realize how badly I needed to pee until then; with his weight on my bladder and his cock rubbing it from inside I thought my pee would be forced out of me any second despite squeezing with all my might every muscle I had down there. To help hold it I found myself working my hips and pelvis like mad which would also increase my sexual pleasure and make me come. He was screwing me harder and harder and I was sure that I was going to pee the bed. ‘Stop a minute, I am starting to pee I just can't hold it in anymore,' I yelled. ‘Randy cow' he panted, and shot off his load, and when I felt him do that I just had to come myself; at the same instant quickly pushing my finger over my pee hole to try and save the matress.
    Minutes later we were both out of bed, and he suggested we go into the bathroom. He took my nightie off and I sat with my butt over the edge inside the bathtub, leaning back with my hands on the far edge, my legs wide open near him. As I began to pee he pulled my pussy lips wide open and watched as the force of my stream increased to great force. Aching for quicker relief I gave a good push causing my stream to hit his face, and to my added delight he leaned all the way forward and sunk his lips around my still very sensative clit while slipping his tongue against my pee hole as my tremendous amount of pent up pee continued flooding into his mouth.
    Two years ago we stopped overnight in a small town on a visit to my sister. It was very hot and we drank lots of coke. As soon as we got to our hotel room we stripped off, intending to shower. Nature took its course and a screw was inevitable. In my case a pee was urgently needed too! We did three things at once, we screwed standing up in the shower, and when I could hold my pee no longer I just let it go. When he realized I was peeing he quickly pulled me away from the overhead flow of water and dropped down on his knees while spreading my legs. Once again I felt his magical hot wet tongue on my pee hole while my stream continued to gush out of it and I began to cum so hard I sunk down on the shower floor, his mouth never leaving my pussy.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    I knew it was there; the feeling was just right. I had just sat down... the urge!
    I couldn't wait any longer... there it was... their own pissing story section.
    whew! I feel better!

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    Posted by Anonymous

    They made this category so we wouldnt bother you by posting are stuff with the other things.So do us all a favor and u jerks messing around in this category knock it off leave us the hell alone we left you guys alone.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    I just peed in the toilet. It was yellow.

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    Posted by Anonymous

    I am a 15 year old guy and I babysit. One time I was babysitting this little kid. He was about 5 years old. He went to use the bathroom and it usually takes him a long time to go. They only had one bathroom in the house at the time so if I had to go, I had to wait for him. I really had to go that day but he got in there first. I panicked because I had to go so bad. I thought that maybe it would take shorter today so I sat on the couch and waited. After what seemed like a long time, I was ready to burst. I thought that I could just let a little out to make myself feel better so I did. I let out a little more than I had planned so my pants were a little wet. Bad idea though. It made me have to go even more. I was starting to panick because I was starting to leak and so I did the first thing I could think of. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick and shoved it under the cusion in the couch. Then I just let it all go. It came out for like 50 seconds I swear. When I was done, I pulled it out of the couch and put it back in my pants. You couldn't really tell the couch was wet unless you sat down so I didn't worry about it. Just then the kid's parents came home and his mom drove me home. I made $30 so it was all good but I hope they don't think the couch wetness was me!

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    Posted by Anonymous

    One of the great things about being a middle-aged dad is having older teenage kids. They are fun at that age and they like it when dad loses the "grown up speaks to child" demeanor and becomes one of them for a moment or two.

    In her 18th year, my middle daughter was a real knockout. She was tall and slender and kept after herself. As I look back, I miss all those girly things like shampoo and perfume smells, her music playing and her giggling with her friends when she filled the house with other pretty teens. Sometimes her friends would do the courteous thing and say hello to "the Dad" or give a nod or wink. What these kids choose to wear, or not to wear today makes me crazy and I confess, I get really hot watching them.

    That summer, my daughter had signed up for a 4-day camping and canoe trip. She got a ride to the start place but needed me to pick her up at the extraction point, two hours from our house. When they arrived there, she called me on the cell, which gave them time to stow everything, and gave me time to make the drive in my truck. As I pulled up, there was my sweetheart with a deep tan and sun-bleached hair. She jogged over and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. There was a friend with her, whom I had never met.

    "Daddy," she said, "This is Gail. Can we take her home with us and her dad will pick her up tomorrow morning?"

    Of course, I agreed and they threw all their gear in the back right side of my truck cab. Gail got in first and then my daughter. This was perfect as Gail's seating in the middle next to their stuff allowed me a perfect view of her through my mirror. This girl was beautiful and like my daughter, well tanned and in perfect shape. They were both glad to be on dry land and heading home.

    I really loved spending that time with them as they laughed and told their "river stories" but I also loved having their scents fill my truck. Even though they were hot and sweaty, they still had that young women air about them as well as their perfumes and shampoos.

    As usual, my daughter fell asleep about half way home and her head slumped to the left against the rear window. Gail did her best to keep up the conversation with me, though. I knew she was a little shy. I was careful to make her feel comfortable. Strangely though, after about 15 minutes, she got really quiet. I didn't wish to pry so I just turned up the radio a little and let her be.

    I couldn't help but to notice that Gail was really adjusting herself in the seat quite a bit so I surmised the canoe seat must have left some sores. With that short skirt she had on, my mirror offered a clear vision of some really pretty panties; frilly with what looked like little flowers on them. "Shame on me" I thought, as I became obsessed with watching her every move. Had I know what was really up; I would have had a lot more fun that day. I guess I'm really a "Bad Daddy!"

    As time went on, she looked truly uncomfortable and the smile was gone now, too. As soon as we pulled into the garage at home, I found out what was really up. Gail let out a moan and a sigh and as I opened the back door to wake up my daughter, Gail pushed past both her and I and said, "I really need a bathroom quickly, and I thought we'd never make it. As she lifted her leg over my daughter, I swear I saw a little moist patch on those frilly panties. She was prancing up and down while my daughter, bleary eyed as she was, led her to the powder room. Neither of them knew that I was really turned on by this and had a huge hard on inside my own underwear.

    That would be the last time I would see Gail for almost a year and as the next encounter approached, I had wondered if I would ever see her again.

    Late the next year, last summer in fact, Gail showed up at the house just after breakfast one sunny morning. She was there to pick up my daughter for a river trip reunion of sorts at last year's extraction place on the lake. It was great seeing her again and in just one more year, she had gotten even more gorgeous. This strawberry blonde lovely looked like she had just jumped out of a fashion magazine. All I could do was say hello and just plain stare.

    My daughter came out of her room with a knapsack and told me their plans. The girls were going to the lake for swimming, a picnic and then into town where they would change and have a nice dinner out with a movie. I wished them well and Godspeed, then they got into her car and pulled out of the driveway. Alone in the house now, I decided to grab a few more hours' sleep and nodded off for what seemed like just a few moments.

    Five hours passed and the ringing phone abruptly woke me. I realized that I had slept through the morning and it was now almost 2pm. "What is wrong with me," I thought. Anyway, when I finally got to the phone, it was my daughter. She was very upset, in tears and sobbing. Something had gotten into Gail and she had stolen a big bottle of wine from her father's house and had chosen today's picnic to tie one on. Gail was evidently too drunk to drive.

    I was totally shocked by the call but so very proud that my daughter had done the right thing. I could also tell that only Gail was drinking as my daughter sounded perfectly straight. She was always a good kid but what had happened to Gail that morning remains a mystery to me.

    It took me two hours to get to the lake and it was a good thing for Gail, I guess, because she had at least a little time to somewhat get a hold of herself. I could see when I got there that my daughter was really ashamed and disgusted as well as afraid of my reaction.

    In a somewhat slurred voice with eyes a bit crossed, Gail just smirked a bit and said, "I'm really sorry. I don't know what got into me. I didn't want you to have to drive all this way to get us."

    I could tell that planning that statement had taken her a while and executing it was a challenge too. I chose to say nothing other than to head them towards the truck. They threw their stuff in the back and this time got in the front with me, Gail in the middle.

    "Wow, did she have on this same outfit when they left this morning?" I wondered to myself. She had on a short and clingy tank top and I could swear she wasn't wearing a bra, The AC was on full in the truck and those stunning teenage nipples were simply fighting their way out for me to lust after. Her shorts were about as small as they could be without being illegal and as she adjusted herself, I got a great shot down the back of her where it was clear she was naked underneath. Obviously, the girls had gone skinny-dipping and Gail had just thrown on her clothes without the undergarments. I could not believe that this perfect 19-year-old specimen of a woman would be mine to goggle over for the next two hours. Drunk or not, she was driving me wild and the fresh wine on her breath actually turned me on even more. I was really enjoying my fully erect woody.

    As I drove, I kept trying to sneak a peak of her tits, her long tanned and muscular legs and even a very slight view of some of the outer fringes of her womanhood. Yes those shorts were just that wonderful! There was also that lingering scent of her perfume, her shampoo again and the fresh air smell in both girls' hair. As my eyes wandered up her body once more, I caught my daughter's eye glaring at me so I quickly looked forward to the road. I must have been really obvious as she was truly disapproving of me.

    It was just too quiet so I asked Gail how she was going to get her car. That was the wrong thing to ask!! She broke down into a tearful sob and said she hadn't thought of it till now and how on earth she was going to explain it to her dad really concerned and upset her. Wishing to comfort her, I told her, her secret was safe with me and that we'd get up really early the next morning and go back for it.

    All of a sudden she said, "You're the coolest dad in the world" as she turned a bit and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Once again my daughter had a sneer on her face- but this time it surely wasn't my fault.

    I'm a pretty big guy with a big, loud and raspy low voice. My kids always said that I was scary to them and their friends as they grew up but I'm really just a big ole teddy bear. I could also stand to lose about 50 lbs, so to have this luscious young scantily clad woman next to me; smiling and kissing my cheek was all that I could stand. She'd be the death of me for sure. Alcohol on any woman's breath was also a turn on so I have to say that I can't remember how long it had been since I had a hard on as big as the one I sported that afternoon. I was becoming fearful that it could be seen bulging in my shorts.

    I wanted to turn down the AC and turn on the radio but to do that I would have had my arms all over Gail, so I left things as they were. Just like the year before, my daughter nodded off and her head slumped to the right against the window. Now, It was just Gail and I with only the sound of the engine and the road below us. Once again, I noticed Gail started to fidget. She put her hands down to adjust her seating position and when she did, she accidentally pressed against my thigh with her palm. "Oh My God," I thought as I was sure she had discovered my now wonderfully painful hard on. She quickly jerked her hand back and quickly straightened herself to gaze straight out the windshield. Did she or didn't she?? I was so embarrassed but I think she was even more so. "Maybe she really didn't notice" I hoped to myself.

    In just a few more minutes, Gail got even more fidgety. This time she slid herself forward, stretched and twisted side to side. She turned a bit towards me, released her seat belt and went to tuck it into the seat between us. I clearly saw every contour of her and the sun coming through her clothes left a perfect X-Ray snapshot of the most stunning body I had ever seen in real life.

    This time she got a clear shot of me too. In spite of my round belly, that big old hard on was clearly poking its way down my shorts. What God didn't give me in length He made up for in thickness and this hard on was the fattest I've ever had. I caught her glaring at first and then she quickly focused away but there was a smile on her face that she was trying hard to hide.

    With nothing to lose at this point and momentarily sidetracked from thoughts of her bladder, she looked at me, then moved in close and whispered, "Do you have something exciting going on down there?" The whisper, the wine scent, the sparkle of her eyes and her glow had my heart racing like it used to when I was 16. The rush was so incredible, I knew I would let go any second.

    I also knew that she was finding it hard to hide the fact that she had to pee out that wine pretty badly. All my memories of the previous summer went racing through my head and I thought for sure I was going to cum that second. What was even better was the knowledge that she was too embarrassed to ask me to stop.

    While sharing the feeling of nothing to lose I candidly told her that I had never been this close for so long to any woman as gorgeous as she and that I just couldn't help myself. What she did next was a total surprise especially since I knew how desperate to pee she had become. She looked for a second at my sleeping daughter and then gently placed her left hand on my swollen manhood and began to slightly stroke me. I could barely concentrate on the road now as I felt a burst of seminal fluid spurt out into my briefs. She felt the throb and once again whispered in my ear, "Ah, You like that, huh? You are definitely the coolest Dad I've ever seen."

    All of a sudden she pulled back, let out a little whimper, straightened up and tightened her thighs. I asked her what was wrong, even though I knew. She told me she was having cramps and that she would be okay. Then, she surprised me again. She unzipped her shorts and pressed her hands into her pelvis. I looked down for a moment and saw her luscious mound jumping right out of her shorts. Alcohol can be wonderful sometimes and this girl had lost all her inhibitions.

    After just a few more moments I noticed her rocking again and she started to whimper. I thought I would have some fun so I told her that I was sorry about her cramp pain but I had to pull over and use a tree to pee on. (I'm soooo so bad!!) Those big olive eyes just lit up and she seemed shocked. My daughter was out cold so I took my sweet time making small talk while getting out of the car. In an instant she slid over across my seat and in a frantic burst of tears, told me that she also needed to pee so badly that she was about to explode. I could see a few drops of her sweet urine on the fabric of my seat as I helped her out.

    With all that happened, I figured I would throw caution to the wind and ask if I could help her to the woods and then watch her go. She immediately retorted that she didn't care what I did as long as I got her into a secluded place quickly. I found a big tree not far into the woods and out of sight from the road. I asked to her to hold just a second while I dropped my shorts to play with myself. She yelled... "Please hurry, please!"

    Well, Gail took one look at that huge and throbbing cock of mine and for the biggest surprise of all, She pushed me to lie down on my back---"Quick, Quick, Quickly!!" she yelled.

    I went ahead and lay down to feel the wonderful coolness of the ferns on the forest floor against my sweating back. She kicked off her shorts and straddled my waist, forcing my huge member deep up inside of her. In just a few strokes, I could feel her flooding me with her warm urine. I exploded inside her with such a force that I could see her whole face change into an almost fearful look. She gritted her teeth and came to a screaming orgasm covering me with her pee and her cum. It was one of the shortest, but clearly the best, fucks of my life!

    She fell forward and rested on me silently and motionless. After a short reprieve, she quietly got off, wiped herself with her shorts and the put them back on. I got up and did the same. Most of our fluids had rolled off of me and onto the forest floor so only a small amount came home with us on our clothes. I thought I would never wash those shorts again! All she said, was "I feel much better now," and we walked back to the car. My daughter never knew a thing.

    That afternoon was the last time I saw Gail for more than a year again. But her picture remains forever on my mind. My daughter got up with her early the next morning and they rescued her car without me.

    This past weekend we celebrated my daughter's 20th birthday with a family-only backyard barbecue. At the end of it all, there was a knock on the door. She had returned! Gail had dropped by to see the birthday girl, give her a present and take her out for ice cream. As my daughter went off to her room to change, all I could do was smile as Gail said, "Hey there coolest Dad, can I use the bathroom?"

    I said, "of course" and off she went leaving me standing in the hallway alone. I swear she must have done it on purpose because as she went in she clearly left the door open a large crack. I could practically see all of her as she wiggled up of her shirt and blouse and I certainly heard all of her sounds. She came out a minute later; glanced down to see the now infamous "coolest Dad hard on bulge" then gave me big wink. She joined my daughter in the hall and they were off (and so was I)!!

    #7122 — Comments (1) — Feb 28, 2004 at 8:52 PM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Posted by Anonymous

    I am 2 mos pregnant and as a result, I have to go really badly all the time. Yesterday, I went to my first OB/GYN apt. My husband drove me there, but then he had to go back to work so I decided to take the subway home. I guess I should have gone to the bathroom first because I really had to go badly once I got on the train. So I got off at the next stop to ask if I could use the bathroom. The attendant was really rude. She said their bathrooms were just for employees. I was afraid to leave the Metro because that train route runs through a bad section of the city. So I got on the next train. I tried to hold it in, but I had to go so badly. Luckily there was only one other person on my car. An old man who was sleeping. So, I sat in the back of the car where there is a partition, flipped up the back of my skirt, slid off my panties, kicked them under the seat, and let go. The noise of the train going over the tracks his the sounds of my pee hitting the seat. It was such a relief.

    After I peed, I moved to another seat.

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