On the train

[Broccoli 135]

Contains female desperation, public peeing and male peeing.

 

Oh, how she hated trains. She knew something like this would happen from the moment she had booked her ticket. Claire was sitting on one of the precious seats in the awfully full train that promised to bring her to her destination in two and a half hours, alas she was sitting there for three hours already and had barely made half of the way. It was way to warm for the long, skinny jeans she was wearing and the loose, white T-shirt she had tucked inside of her trousers did already show signs of sweat under her arms. But sweat was not the bodily funktion Claire was worried about most. She had tried to stay hydrated on that hot July day and brought a lot of water with her, but now she wished she would have drunk less of it. Claire was already crossing her legs and had opened opened one button of her belt, but knew she wouldn't make it much longer. The old women that was sitting next to her had given her a shoked look when she did that, and Claire had gotten red. She tried to distract herself by looking at her phone and playing nervously with her long blonde hair, but it wasn't working that well. Of course the train had a toilet, but Claire knew in what condition those toilets normally are, and on top of that she knew she would loose her seat as soon as she would stand up.  One young fellow in particular was staring over to her time and again, but she didn't know if he knew she had to pee so bad, or if he was just staring at her breasts. She found it annoying how so many guys always stared at her and other attractive women. They were just people after all. Sometime, when a guys state was particularly obvious she always wanted to raise her shirt  and show him her boobs directly, asking if he could see them better now. She hoped that would teach them a lesson. But she never did.

Claire changed the position of her legs, but it was only getting worse. She sighed and decided to give up. As soon as she stood up to walk to the gross train toilets the guy who was staring at her and a man in a suit hurried to get the seat. The guy lost, mainly because he enjoyed the view of Claire's backside to long. "Excuse me" Claire had to fight her way through the crowded wagon while she could feel the contents of her bladder move around inside her. It had gotten significantly worse since she stood up and Claire knew going to the toilet was the right decision, especially as the train was still not moving and was waiting for some signal somewhere in the wasteland. Claire pushed the button to open the toilet, but nothing happened. She pushed again, but the door won't open. 
"It's out of order" said a young man, roughly her age, who standing in front of her.
"Oh thanks" Claire was not happy. She pressed her legs together for a moment, than she turned around to go for the second toilet at the other end.
"You don't have to try." said the man "The other ones not working to."
Claire turned back to face him, and was mortified. She had no idea how long the train was going to wait, but she knew she definitely would not hold it until she arrived at her station. Maybe she could get of at the next one and use a toilet there?
"And that's what I left my seat for?" she said jokingly. Claire didn't want to appear to desperate in front of the stranger, he was quite tall, had dark brown hair and a hard face, but was looking kindly. 
"It's outrageous" he said. Claire nodded and than she had to move her hands between her legs. 
"Is it that bad?" he asked.
Claire wanted to shake her head, but at that moment some drops escaped and she bobbed a little up and down. She and the stranger were standing quite close to each other, but the rest of the people were looking in different directions. 
He also needed to pee desperately, and seeing the cute young woman so helpless made him angry. He wanted to help her at all costs, but had no way of doing so. Claire's situation got better after a moment and she took her hand away from her crotch, only to discover a small dark spot between her legs. Embarresd she put her hand back again. The stranger pretended he hadn't noticed. At the same moment the train began to move again, and the crowd cheered. But Claire couldn't cheere. She was squirming, changing the leg she was standing on, and using her whole body to stop her bladder. She didn't remember to have ever been this desperate. But she couldn't pee herself. She had never peed herself since she was a small child.

Ten minutes passed while she was doing her best and the man, his name was Ron, was asking small questions about her status from time to time, until she realized that her mind was not stronger than her body, and that biology had one. She could feel her hand in her croth getting damper, she bit her lip and tried everything, but she was now constantly leaking. Claire equated down in her small spot before the toilet, while Tom watched her in shok. She took her hands away and he could see how big the wet spot had become and how it was growing larger. Desperately Claire opened her belt and tried to get rid of her jeans, while she was peeinv through them. It was running down her legs but after a moment she could get the jeans to her legs and the fabric of her panties to the side. Ron stared at her, and her exposed pussy in particular. The floodgates had now fully opened and Claire was peeing full force on the sticky train floor. The puddle was foaming and growing massively. It was the strongest stream she had ever experienced, and the relief felt so good that she forgot she was pissing on the floor of a crowded train for a moment. The other people now also noticed and started to whisper in shock. Could she do this? Was she drunk? A junky? Did she just not care? Claire was mortified, but she was also having the biggest relief in her life. She only fully noticed what was happening when her stream dried up. To her surprise, the sound of a strong stream did not stop though. She looked in front of her and could see that Ron had gotten his dick out and was pissig right in front of her, aiming his stream directly to the ground. Still some splashes hit Claire's shoes and bare skin on her arms. He finished and tucked his penis away, apologizing to her, which she found a little bit amusing as she was the one who had started pissing on the train floor. Claire tried to put her wet jeans back on and started to sob, she was only able to put the wet fabric back in place with much force. Everybody was staring at her, and her sobbing turned into criying - something she had also not done since she was a child. She covered her face in her hands and just cried for what felt like hours. Only Ron's gentle voice made her stop after all, and she opened her eyes again, she could see he was offering her his jeans. He was wearing quite long boxer shorts and if she hadn't seen him with his jeans on before, she wouldn't have noticed anything odd. 
"Take them, you can't walk around like this" he said and he was right. Of course Claire didn't take them at first, but after he insisted she undressed again - it didn't made a difference now anyway - and put the jeans of the stranger on. It looked wide and baggy on her, but the look wasn't to bad, and after she had rolled up the legs a little she was much happier.
"How could I thank you?" She asked.
"First of all you could give me your phone number." Ron answered "So we can exchange the jeans again."
Before that explanation she thought he was asking for a date. 
"Exchange?" 
"I will keep them as pledge. I need some sort of guarantee I get my jeans back, after all." Ron smiled. Then his stop came, he left and Claire was alone again, next to the yellow puddle of their joined accident, that was spreading slowly.

[Alpian 687]

Interesting way to get your hands on a beautiful woman's pissed jeans 😉 Love the way you develop your plots, and the stories are always nice bite-size (something I've never succeeded writing).

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Not liking trains? Heresy!