Activist girl experience

[DannyRomand 135]

This is probably going back about 10 years now. In the good old days before I had so many responsibilities I was a bit of an activist and I attended some anti- austerity protests in London.

I went with a group of friends that I'd met at university. For a number of reasons the protest got a bit confrontational and the police started kettling the protestors. Kettling is where they confine protestors into groups by surrounding them and not letting them move so that they can be processed easier.

I got separated from our group alongside one of the girls who's name I can't actually remember, but we'll call her Trudi because it was something like that.

Trudi didn't do much to dispell the stereotype of an activist with her dreadlocks. She was quite attractive, and had a decent body, but I think it's fair to say she spent a little too much time smoking weed and not quite enough in the bath.
We got on well though, and at the time I would have said she was a good friend.

It was rough in that situation. A lot of other protesters were much more hardcore than us. It was scary and fighting was breaking out with police at the edges of the group. We found ourselves closer to the middle but it was a crush and you were buffeted like in a mosh pit.

After about an hour she pulls my arm and says she's desperate for a wee. She'd been holding on for add long as she could but couldn't manage it longer and needed my help to stop her getting knocked over and crushed.

I'm a fairly big guy so I kind of stooped with a wide stance, like a goalkeeper, and held my arms out in a circle to create an area for her to go.

She waited for a quieter moment and then facing me she pulled her tan cargo pants and knickers down and squatted, one knee slightly higher than the other. One hand holding the back of her pants up at her knees so they didn't get wet, and the other holding on to my arm for support.

She pissed hard, obviously forcing it out to do it quickly and it hit the concrete spraying yellow and foaming. She had a beautiful black bush and her position meant I just saw her lips which were quite long underneath. After only a couple of moments her piss puddle surrounded my trainer and she was finished but for a couple of drips.

In her hand she's grasping a tampon and in a swift motion she tugged the string between her legs and inserted the other. Then quickly she put the dangling used tampon in one of those little plastic packets of tissues wrapped in toilet roll and in the front pocket of her nap sack

She used my arms to pull herself up and then pulled her knickers and trousers back into place, reaching in to adjust herself before buttoning them.

She thanked me, but looking back I feel like I should have been thanking her.
We all got in huge trouble with some of the group getting arrested and some cautioned so we didn't really see much of eachother after that. Fine memory though

Edited May 27, 2022 by DannyRomand
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[Alfresco 11,631]

Having Trudi pee in such close proximity must definitely have been the best part of the day.  I'm sure that some of the trouble and confrontational aspects were decidedly not fun at all.

I'm guessing that there must have been plenty of other people who also needed to pee in that situation.  How long were you held there?   Did you also have to pee and did you achieve it?