Desperate Between Classes

[Bill Thane 365]

This story contains female desperation, public pissing, and humiliation.

 

Sarah tapped her foot impatiently, glancing down at her phone to check the time. 5 minutes left, no problem, she thought to herself. Against her better judgement, she lifted her water bottle to her lips and took another deep sip to calm her nerves. Focusing back to her quiz, she double-checked her answers again, carefully working through a few of the more complicated questions. As she reached the end and found her thoughts drifting back to her growing desperation however, she realized her hand was quivering, her whole body taut and straining against the release she craved.

"Alright class, pencils down, my TAs will collect your papers," Dr. Ruz said, his announcement a welcome distraction for Sarah. She packed away her supplies as the teaching assistants came around, then stood to join the throngs of students leaving the class. Shuffling forward slowly, she danced from foot to foot, her movements hidden by the tightly packed crowd. Finally she squeezed through the exit into the main hall of the building, making a beeline for the washroom. Fuck, I only have a couple minutes left before calculus, she thought, hastily pushing through the bathroom door and looking around for an empty stall.

To Sarah's horror, the sight that greeted her inside the washroom was a line of closed doors, with nearly a dozen women standing around waiting for their turn. As one of the doors opened, Sarah wasted no time in dashing towards it, pushing her way past the crowd.

"Hold up girl, wait your turn!" Sarah was suddenly jerked to a halt, a hand on her backpack restraining her. Tears of frustration beaded in her eyes as she helplessly watched another girl enter the stall. There was no way she'd get into a stall before class if she had to wait, but if she didn't use the washroom now she wouldn't make it through calculus.

Angrily, Sarah stepped away from the line, knowing now what she would have to do. Facing the wall she crouched down, pulling her dress up around her waist with one hand, the other slipping between her legs to pull aside her underwear. Her vision blurring with tears of rage, shame, and indignation, she paid no attention to the women behind her or their comments of surprise and disgust. Seconds later, all she noticed was the blissful relief of her piss emptying out of her desperate bladder. The hot stream sprayed past her fingers, drilling hard against the floor. As droplets coated her shiny black shoes she leaned back, her pee splashing up against the wall in front of her. The bathroom was now silent but for the steady hiss from Sarah's pussy, and the splattering of urine against tile. 

The last dribbles falling from between her legs, Sarah stood. Brushing off her legs, she let her dress fall back down, its hem just inches above the rapidly expanding puddle she was now standing in. Her face flushed crimson, Sarah stared straight ahead as she left the washroom, hurriedly making her way to class. 

Making it to class just in time, Sarah took a seat near the back and slowly regained her composure. She couldn't help but notice the dampness between her legs. Thinking back on what she'd just done she shivered - it wasn't just pee dampening her panties right now. Her notebook on her lap, Sarah's fingers were hidden from view as she began to lose focus on the class...