Female Subway Desesperation

[Pristila_GezelQ 381]

As I stepped onto the crowded subway, the familiar rush of the train enveloped me. The hustle and bustle of the city had always fascinated me, but today was different. I was wearing my favorite jean shorts, a comfy pair of shoes, and a breezy blouse, enjoying the warm summer day. Little did I know that a pressing matter would soon overshadow my excitement.�

As the subway car rumbled forward, I felt an uncomfortable pressure building within me. A sudden realization hit me like a wave crashing against the shore - I had to pee. And not just a little, but urgently and intensely. I tried to ignore it at first, hoping that the feeling would subside. But with each passing moment, the need grew more insistent, demanding my attention.

I glanced around the crowded subway car, hoping to find solace in distraction. People were engrossed in their own world, reading books, listening to music, or lost in their thoughts. The sound of conversation filled the air, providing a temporary diversion from my pressing predicament.

As the subway continued its journey, the minutes seemed to stretch into eternity. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to alleviate the mounting pressure, I crossed my legs fiercely and put my hand into the pockets of my shorts. The urgency was becoming unbearable, and I realized that I couldn't hold it in much longer, I felt the urine descending by my urethra, my sphincter was at his limit and concracted. A little drop of piss fell on my black panties, then a two or three. I needed to find a restroom, and I needed to find one fast or I'll pee inside the subway. I pressed my knees against the pole and bit my lip. �

As the train chugged along, my need to use the restroom intensified. I tried to distract myself by admiring the diverse mix of people around me, but my bladder had other plans. Every jolt of the train served as a painful reminder of my growing urgency.

As the train approached to my station, I squeezed myself into the crowded carriage, all people started to stand up, hoping for a quick and smooth relief in my destination. But fate seemed determined to test my endurance. The train came to a halt just a few minutes into the journey, trapped between stations. My heart sank as I realized there was no immediate escape from this uncomfortable situation. I pressed my thighs and hold with my full forces.

I stood up with my legs squeezed, all people in the train can see the skin of my legs turning pale. Its or find a loo or neither other relief. I huged the pole trying to endure the piss, If the subway was empty of people now I will pissing between the seats spraying the floor with my shorts pulled down. I imagined me in that situation and I urged myself more  a patch of moisture began to emerge on the fabric of my shorts, wetting the subway pole. 

With each passing station, the possibility of finding relief seemed to dwindle. When I reached my station I got to endure myself, desperately scanned the surroundings, walking with my bare legs squeezed and the button of my shorts undone, hoping for a sign that would lead me to a bathroom. To my dismay, the only restroom I came across was locked and out of order. Panic set in as I realized there were no other facilities nearby.

I clutched my abdomen, desperately trying to hold on, but the pressure became unbearable. I needed a solution, and fast. My eyes darted around, seeking a hidden nook, a secluded spot where I could alleviate my discomfort without causing a scene.

I started to walk for the stations, my panties are wet and the wetting made a dark patch on my jean shorts, my pussy was at its limit enduring with ferocity. 

Really I couldn't take it anymore, pee comes out of my vagina and tears from my eyes, I was a water machine. I was exploding, with an horrible stomachache in that subway underground. 

And then, amidst the commotion of the station, I noticed a dimly lit aisle off to the side. A glimmer of hope flickered within me as I cautiously made my way towards it. The corridor seemed abandoned, tucked away from prying eyes. I took a deep breath, praying it would be my sanctuary.

As I stepped into the secluded space, the air felt stale, and the scent of dampness lingered. It wasn't ideal, but I couldn't be chooser. I found a corner shielded by a stack of concretes benches, offering me a semblance of privacy. My heart pounded with a mix of embarrassment and relief as I began to pull down my jean shorts, doing my best to maintain a modicum of decency.

I stand over a bench while I squatting, I was nervously for it, I am an adult woman. But I have neccesities. 

After an unfinishing secounds I doing nothing, but then I started to spray the concrete under me, I'm not keeping the squatting position and ended up kneeling on the concrete. 

A huge puddle of urine began to spread on the pavement floor, my vagina exploteded with such force that it wet the wall in front falling the liquid like waterfalls on the aisle floor. The noise of my female pissing was deafening. 

When I finally finished, a large part of the aisle and its walls were stained with urine and soaked by my fluids. 

I pulled up my panties and shorts and I walked out the aisle normally. 

Edited May 27, 2023 by Pristila_GezelQ

[Kingfisher28 272]

Might be painfully and embarrassing needing the toilet, but you did what anyone would do when no toilet are open. You always pray what to say if getting caught. Hot story. 

[Pristila_GezelQ 381]

Yes, if I dont pee in the station probably I'll burst in middle of the street and I would be embarrassing and hot🌡️